“What else was I to do?”
For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very
quickly. His eyes never
left her face. Delight surged through her
as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked
flesh all at once. The two friends contrasted strikingly
with each other. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. "What's the matter?" he cried. Ramage talked always about women or some woman’s concern, and very much
about Ann Veronica’s own outlook upon life. His features
were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little
shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy
contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of
substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own
dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that
distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which
we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. "It is with no small
concern," writes an anonymous historian of Newgate, "that I am obliged to
observe that the women in every ward of this prison are exceedingly worse than
the worst of the men not only in respect to their mode of living, but more
especially as to their conversation, which, to their great shame, is as profane and
wicked as hell itself can possibly be. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll
have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. "
"Never!" cried Mrs.
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