" "Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Let us part in peace. Here goes. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. However, he has already presented himself to the Charvills, and passed inspection. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears.
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