Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Lost, stolen, or strayed, the Young Person!. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself.
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