Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. With such qualifications as she possessed, two chief channels of employment lay open, and neither attracted her, neither seemed really to offer a conclusive escape from that subjection to mankind against which, in the person of her father, she was rebelling. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir.
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