“Not
like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you
hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged
out. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. We'll
have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your
wife to death. ’
Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. ”
“The life of a young girl is set about with prowling pitfalls, from which she
must be shielded at all costs. ”
He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. It did not occur to her
that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her
own. His red hair marked him, cut short into
a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. The windows
were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance
of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his
huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly
demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate.
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