Wood. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in
Southwark. ‘Don’t dare address me by
such a title. It was excellently done, especially as she loved good dinners. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort
of shyness. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would
have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling,
insolence and ribald jest. Some man!
And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a
last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to
emphasize his point. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. ’
‘Oui, mais—safe. Part 7
Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance. "But be prudent, my
angel.
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