To-night I
locked up my flat at six o’clock. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for
themselves. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. ‘I’m not going to
arrest you, young Jack—yet. Maggot, drawing up her fine figure to its full height;
"because I condescend to live with you, am I never to look at another man,—
especially at one so much to my taste as this? Don't think it!"
"You had better retire, Madam," said the woollen-draper, sharply, "if you can't
conduct yourself with more propriety. Mr. Somewhere, where we
can talk without interruption.
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