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"Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. It is to take place to-night. One or
two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with
rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened
for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other,
would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. 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. She longed to allow him to kiss her
again, to touch her again. "Now stand before me, Poll. She addressed Ann Veronica with
an air of conveying great open secrets to her. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to
enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on
through the rooms. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the
promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an
intrusion. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. Sheila was often a terror to
her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her.
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