see. I
can’t turn
knight-errant,
and
undertake
to redress
every
individual
case of
wrong in
such a
city as
this. The
most I can
do is to
try and
keep out
of the way
of it.”
St.
Clare’s
fine
countenance
was for a
moment
overcast;
he looked
annoyed,
but
suddenly
calling up
a gay
smile, he
looked
annoyed,
but
suddenly
calling up
a gay
smile, he
said,
“Come,
cousin,
don’t
stand
there
looking
like one
of the
Fates;
