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To—to find myself. ’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. “I’m mostly self-taught. ‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ‘Come, cry a truce. “He was in holy orders, and we were to have been married when he got a living. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. ’ ‘Alone, miss?’ ‘Certainly alone. The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. "It's not an offer," continued he, "that I'm likely to make, or you're likely to receive every day in the year. What is the supreme idea in the heart and mind of youth? To win fame and fortune: and particularly to enjoy them.
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