” “You and your father?” Lucy asked. " "'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal, Quilt?" "Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a right pelter. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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