Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining
room. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. Accordingly, when she arrived at the
Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she
was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw
at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small
room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something
to drink. She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. I should have known at a glance if it was. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said.
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