Chapter Eight
of your sex.
Yet to be ac laugh—by a marriage?
to be acain unusual conditions. Again last t squeamis about t, as anot be? I suppose your maid is really sleeping, and not listening at the door?
I t say notch.
God en.
to bring a girl to Briar, from London, and install o use of t over-scrupulous, not too clever in sune—Say, t believe sion to ask for more. are a small set, as crooks go; ter all: for o wever s see a s. She will
suppose me an innocent, and believe ing in my seduction. S, into marriage o a—ates, before admitting t, take my place. Sest— as a form of lunacy; and so keep he closer.
And ory as your moter, your uncles niece— in s, all t marks you as yourself. t! t of your life, as a servant free your cloak; and you so any part of to any neo suit your fancy.
ty—ter liberty—o Briar to offer. For payment s my trust, my promise, my future silence; and one une.
not speaking, my face turned from a minute. I say at last is:
e s.
once: I think we will.
t us.
Sracted by t into ructions ss to find t you, , in ?
And they look for her?
ted and robbed t her.
Forget her?
of mot. Sime. I dont trouble very she
turned out sion to be cared for, like ones. c her.
I gaze away from him. A madhouse . . .
I am sorry for t, your oation— your oation— as our crooked girls see , all to profit by it, once; t, for ever.
I still look a afr