Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. I was stupid—stupid and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. Prison was beastly. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. There was no one else in the doorway. And yet, the doctor recalled an expression of the girl's: that it was not a dissipated face, only troubled. Let him be sure. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. "I'm your dupe no longer. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money.
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