‘Ain’t my place, I know that. But I don’t suppose you can understand. ” He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her. Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters. The settlement was on the middle west coast. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. ‘Precisely.
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