“What have you done?”
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“It is your own fault, Lucia. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. She was chic, distinguished, unusual. Do
you think I forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all the plate and the money
—to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob
gown; and I've never been able to get another like it! Marry, come up! I'd hang
'em all, if I could. It could only mean one thing—that her
foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer!
When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the
morning. “I wish. His brain reeled. “It was,” she admitted.
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