“Sir John is not at all that sort. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. Adventure rules, and morality—looks up the trains in the Bradshaw. “Until you marry, Vee,” said Hetty. He forces an engagement upon her. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Brown strode to center stage and Lucy quieted the instruments with a gesture.
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