“It’s a great deal for a young lady who’s alone in the world, as I suppose you are at present, to have a respectable home, and I do not think in such a case that private apartments are at all desirable. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank you, Sir. The Chapel. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. But ——” A look checked him. Not Trodger. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe.
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