“She’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them. Jonathan caught her in his arms. Yet I fancy that we who have been poor ourselves must be the best judges of the needs of the people. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. Only promise me this. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was.
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