“Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. Lucy entered the room. So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. She was nude and horribly maimed. Jonathan Wild brought him off. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. She felt the need to get dressed, sensing that his parents would be home soon. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. ‘You didn’t understand it any better than I. You are a great deal more like what I was a few months ago than I am now.
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