. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining
and pulling the blankets up to her chin. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. She
was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a
great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether
feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her
short sleeve. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. Not a scar but has its history. For many of them it will smirch us forever. She went to her room and changed the
loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. The real tragedy—which he sensed
and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen.
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