Julia Clifford and Percy came in, walking three yards apart: Percy had
untied the apron strings without Walter's assistance.
"Ah," said she, "you two are not like us. I am ashamed to interrupt you;
but they would not let us go down the mine without an order from Mr.
Hope. Really, I think Mr. Hope is king of this country. Not that we have
wasted our time, for he has been quarrelling with me all the way there
and back."
"Oh, Mr. Fitzroy!" said Mary Bartley.
"Miss Bartley," said Percy, very civilly, "I never q-q-quarrel, I merely
dis-distin-guished between right and wrong. I shall make you the judge.
I gave her a di-dia-mond br-bracelet which came down from my ancestors;
she did me the honor to accept it, and she said it should never leave her
day nor night."
"Oh," cried Julia, "that I never did. I can not afford to stop my
circulation altogether; it's much too little." Then she flew at him
suddenly. "Your ancestors were pigmies."
Percy drew himself up to his full height, and defied the insinuation.
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