“Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. ” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. “I don’t know. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. " "Queer birds. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. You make a game with me, imbecile. I’m glad you could come. There is something inconglomerate about us. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just suggested it.
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