" Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. He wanted her named Mary. At least the sun would not be as bright, which was a welcome reprieve from the mercilessly bright early summer days which had invigorated every man, woman, and child in the suburbs but were wearing Lucy down into acute fatigue, along with her hunger. He was not in love with her en désespoir which, he said, was necessary if a man would marry without getting a dowry from his wife. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is.
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