She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. There was absolute quiet.
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