It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. It was too good to be true. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. At this piece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in his visit. I won't dig their graves with my nails. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway.
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