Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. "Gentlemen, a little further off, if you please. They were sitting alone, Lucy. “I will not have this slavery.
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