I would not have him know—now—for the world. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. Tears sprang to her eyes. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. " "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes.
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