" "I am one-and-twenty," observed Jack. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. “I’m only arguing against your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own mind. She felt she had to go on. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. ” He started back as though he had been shot. It was—in connection with this man Hill.
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