"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but
preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. You see, it's like this. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. It comes to this—am I to be trusted to take care of myself, or am I not?”
“To judge from this proposal of yours, I should say not. His glance came up again and met hers. . Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I
can't leave you in this way. "I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune
must have befallen him.
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