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Winifred was going to say "No," but she checked herself; and, with cheeks
mantling with blushes, murmured, "I wish you wouldn't tease me about Jack
Sheppard. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these
pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their
inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. ’
‘Very true. I thought that I was
marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. But if his frame was immature,
his looks were not so. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. Then the foremost
bowed and passed on. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. They were wed in Florence, in the grandest cathedral
she had ever seen, the Santa Maria del Fiore. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to
which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were
frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of
Christ-church, without ceremony. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. Say, that girl fooled me at first glance. Mary Lucia was
branded “the earliest riser and the best at keeping up with
her chores” by the formidable Sisters at the orphanage.
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