If the young ladies were
dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a
whisper—was of the first stare. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. “In any case you will never receive any
different sort of answer from me. ‘And if he is dead I know not. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world. Don’t favour your father much,
either, if it comes to that.
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