. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. Notwithstanding the heat of the season,—which was not, however, found particularly inconvenient in this subterranean region,—a large heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in one corner, and lighted up a circle of as villanous countenances as ever flame shone upon. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command.
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