Her steps slowed. ” She picked at her sandwich idly. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. ’ ‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other.
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