Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in
another direction, hurried off to the Mint. A
fever of shame ran through her being. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet
Street. Mr. “Ugh!” she said. "This letter will vouch for me that a communication has taken place between
your enemies. "
"I was never going to tell anybody," she added. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. ”
Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the
coquette’. Lassitude?”
“I suppose so. There will be
no avoiding it. I believed I was strong enough to go on in silence; but I'm
human like everybody else. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your
altered looks.
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