One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Jackson’s. This she put into the trunk. . It’s an instinct. “But I have no troubles. ’ ‘Glad you’re so sanguine,’ interrupted Captain Roding. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return.
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