Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock 'em up. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. And, in addition, she was now seeing and talking to Ramage almost weekly, on a theory which she took very gravely, that they were exceptionally friends. Wouldn't take my advice. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. "You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them.
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