’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. Let him be sure. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. She was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. I want to be myself.
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