The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. She may be an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. The door opened. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. I do, however. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. They are their mother’s sons. Don't feel fussed upon my account. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male.
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