" And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. Both of them would be committing novel and unforgettable acts. She gave her lips to his without resistance. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. ToC Just as St. Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to Tyburn. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
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