Chapter 29
When he was left alone the Duke swore sharply to himself. He was not a man accustomed to the use of strong language-but occasions arose in life sometimes when a good sound oath seemed to relieve tension! Then he paced up and down his long room. His imagination was on fire. He could see Katherine-he dwelt on the name "Katherine"-in the baboon embrace of old John Townly-loathsome picture! Yes, of course, she would adorn any position, and Dullinglea was only a very moderate house. He could see her tall, slender, graceful figure sweeping in rich velvets through much larger rooms than it contained. Such rooms, for example, as these, his own at Valfreyne! She would sit to-night between young Westonborough and old Barchester, but in a place where a gap in the flowers would give him, the host,
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