’ ‘But, no,’ She dimpled. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. Her old nurse’s hands returned the pressure. He grunted, and his grip gave. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination.
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