She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. “There is someone in my rooms,” Anna said. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. Then pain entered their depths. He drew her closer. Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England. Spit of your mother. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. She could not part with dignity.
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