‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. Her cheeks were aflame. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. Now I know that you don’t live as close to the Beck house as you once pretended. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire.
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