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"I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. A new thought checked her steps and she froze. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. “Dyed!” “And your figure?” “One’s corsetière arranges that. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. We can’t. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. And for my part, if I were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be in favour of some more deserving object than that whining, hypocritical Magdalene.
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