But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. Let me lend you some money. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. "Dead!" echoed the boy. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. “I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all days. Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green. “You are one of the Hampshire Pellissiers, I know, and your family are quite as good as ours. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness.
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