Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by
the reward, will be upon my track. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. There
was no response. And here you are!”
Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she
hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall
woman with a kindly face to show it. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. It is for that reason that
this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history
of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. I ought to have seen—”
“It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I
behaved.
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