And God had let him do it! He was—and
now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man
had ever entered. But remember my warning, and play the
game!"
Spurlock closed his eyes again. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. "Heaven
be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. You got to take the world as it is, and the only
possible trade for a girl that isn’t sweated is to get hold of a man and make him
do it for her. His instinct
was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to
obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years
just as he thought fit. I
have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one
of the Squares. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience
and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any
ancient fanaticalism in his blood. "Nothing!" echoed the other,
scornfully. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. You did not learn
that in a convent. Miss Miniver learned of her flight and got her address from the Widgetts.
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