And how could I come home—when he
locks me in rooms and all that?”
“I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. “One is always playing the surgeon, one
kills always the thing one loves best. This gate, called Newgate, "as being latelier builded
than the rest," continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a
place of imprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time,
having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome," it was rebuilt and enlarged
by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, the Lord Mayor of
London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certain class of students,
whose examinations were conducted with some strictness at the Old Bailey, and
their highest degrees taken at Hyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's
College, or, more briefly, the Whit. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards
and forwards. ’ Lucilla frowned. I love some one else. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free
to replace it. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat
there, I watched her come in, I watched her go.
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