“Well, no,” she answered. ”
They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said,
with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. I have
suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. 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. Ennison paused
by the little gate.
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