Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. “Let me see,” she said to herself, trying to control a slight sinking of the heart, “I am going to take a room in a lodging-house because that is cheaper. Even when you've a knave to deal with, let your actions be plain, and above-board. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. A wedding procession turned the corner. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions.
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