Still, thereafter she had avoided Morgan's; partly out of fear and partly because of her father's mandate. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression.
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