She was beaten, near to tears. “Five thousand guineas … going … going …” The face of the prince was a mocking devil-mask in gray and black. Lanyard found himself loathing it. Impossible to stand idle and see the creature get the better of an unhappy girl … “Five thousand one ...
“Perhaps,” slyly remarked the granddaughter of Colonel Joliffe, whose high spirit had been stung by many taunts102 against New England —“perhaps we are to have a mask of allegorical figures. Victory, with trophies103 from Lexington and Bunker Hill — Plenty, with her overflowing104 horn, ...