“You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. There haven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged. ‘What do you do here?’ demanded the young lady, moving to meet him. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. “Bother it all!” she swore. I wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are altogether different. She had other boyfriends and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. ’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. Don't lay it all to the boy. ’ ‘Glad you’re so sanguine,’ interrupted Captain Roding.
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