He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. But one changes the style of one's clothes yearly. Other girls gathered around like sheep. It surprised her she hadn’t thought of it before! She tried to explain that she was going to pay him forty pounds without fail next week. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. “But then they would find that check endorsed in his bureau. Everything in the world had changed for her. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough.
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