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“Coarse?” said Capes, “We’re not coarse. "I've the Bridewell
account to settle. She gave her lips to his without resistance. On the way he confessed. Poor little one. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there
was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her
long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. Last night there had been no time. We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. ‘And so also have I. Lose no
time. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. But there
was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. “Here goes for the new life!”
“Here goes for the new life,” he echoed and stood up. Saviour's Stairs.
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