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His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into
the box. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him. But Miss Stanley took no notice
of these things. "Back!" he cried fiercely. But this only incensed the assailing party the more. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. “I’m only arguing against
your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own
mind. It seemed
incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only
by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream
of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya,
and all the twining beauty of the gods. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. In
consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security
afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at
the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the
metropolis.
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