But that was all over. "That's a fine tale," said Spurlock. But go on. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets.
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