” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. She knew she was pregnant when she missed her period in the first weeks of August that year. ‘No mistaking you this time. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do.
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