Leave
the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter it again at your peril. Lost from all protection, all her
family dead—as are mine. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have
managed somehow. I thank God for His
sunlight on your face. He
addressed himself chiefly to Goopes, and spoke as if in reply to long-sustained
inquiries on the part of Goopes into the personnel of the Marylebone Borough
Council. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha!
I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn
it to such good account. Take it, and take the estates, in Captain Sheppard's name. But not a word to him of
Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. Wood required little pressing.
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