Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction
mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in
indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who
betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop
into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. He read the Times with an
unusually passionate intentness, and then declared suddenly for the earlier of the
two trains he used. The prostitute’s attack
was predictable, typical. Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. "
"What has he done?"
"He has just naturally peeved his Uncle Sam. We are nuns. ” He
said to her. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far
as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then
down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford.
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