He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. A young man was playing the banjo. Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?” “You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. ” “I wish,” said Ann Veronica, with sudden anger, “that you could know what it is to live in a pit!” She stood up as she spoke, and put down her cup beside Miss Garvice’s.
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