“I wonder which of us is right,” she said. "Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel," remarked the female attendant, assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reach Manchester. But days had now passed. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. But as she got out of the train at Morningside Park Station she had a shock. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about what you deal. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. He now tells her that she is free, no longer a slave.
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