You see, I’m selfish. She had denied it with vigor,
and here she was!
She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her
insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?”
She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. . Then she
slowly straightened, releasing him. ‘My papa
he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the
convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. Then she realized that it was her
business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the
situation so far as he was concerned.
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