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With her heart fluttering strangely a fluttering that Dorrimore had never been able to inspire Lavinia flew down the staircase and sped through the streets in the direction of London Bridge. The shop on London Bridge of Dr.
Tired of pondering over herself and her embarrassing situation Lavinia turned her mind to something far more agreeable her promise to Lancelot Vane which of course meant thinking about Vane himself. She couldn't help contrasting Vane with Dorrimore. She hated to remember having listened seriously to the latter's flatteries.
Vane's sudden attack fairly took Dorrimore by surprise. He stared blankly at Vane, and then apparently seized by some ludicrous idea, he burst into a sarcastic laugh. "Faith, sir you must excuse me you really must. Ha ha ha! The idea of your championing this wanton jade! It's too good a joke 'pon honour, it is but since you will have it so why "
She had not felt agitated when she ran away with Dorrimore just a pleasant thrill of excitement, a sense of adventure; that was all. Dorrimore had made downright love to her; he had called her all the pet names in fashion. His admiration flattered and amused her, nothing more. Vane hadn't made love at least it didn't seem to her that he had. But there are so many ways of making love!
If the man dies it'll be awkward for us all round. The fight was fair enough, but the devil only knows what a dozen fools in a jury box may think. Besides, there's Sally she'll have something to say, I'll swear." "Sally? What the deuce has she to do with us?" "More than you think, Mr. Dorrimore. She's as like as not to make out that the quarrel was forced upon the fellow to get him out of the way.
She can't keep her mouth shut when she's like that. It all comed out. She'd been to that Mr. Der Dor what's his name?" "Dorrimore. Yes yes. Go on. I want to hear," exclaimed Lavinia breathlessly.
He saw his way to make use of Dorrimore to punish Vane for the humiliation Vane had cast upon him when they encountered each other on London Bridge. This humiliation was a double one. Vane had not merely knocked him down, but had rescued Lavinia under his very nose. The insult could only be washed out in blood, and the captain had been nursing his wrath ever since.
"Why Archie," rejoined the lady laughingly and making him a mocking curtsey, "were you looking for me? Faith, I'm glad of it. A bottle of Mountain port would be exactly to my taste." "Was that your gallant who left you just now?" "One of them," said Sally coolly. Dorrimore turned angrily to Rofflash. "What the devil does this mean? Have you tricked me?" "I'll swear I haven't.
"You're wrong there," returned Gay gravely, "the woman's name was Lavinia Fenton." "That's not so. It couldn't be so. The newspaper said that Vane fought with Archibald Dorrimore, and that the quarrel was about Sally Salisbury." "The quarrel was part of the plot. It was concocted to hold up Vane to your scorn. Dorrimore wanted revenge because he thought Vane had succeeded where he had failed.
The fluttering of her heart, the impatience at the lagging time were new sensations. She had experienced nothing like this disturbing emotion when she set out on a much more hazardous enterprise to meet Archibald Dorrimore. The difference puzzled her but she did not trouble to seek the reason. It did not occur to her that she was really and truly in love with Lancelot Vane.
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