One of Our Conquerors — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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page 96 of 138 (69%)
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'Blame me as much as you like: I do myself. Half my rage with him is at
myself for putting her in the way of such a beast to annoy. Each time she came, I said it was to be the last. I let her see what a mercy from heaven she was to me. She would come. It has not been many times. She wishes me either to . . . Captain Marsett has promised. And nothing seems hard--to me when my own God's angel is by. She is! I'm not such a bad woman, but I never before I knew her knew the meaning of the word virtue. There is the young lady that man worried with his insulting remarks! though he must have known she was a lady:--because he found her in my rooms.' 'You were present when, as you say, he insulted her?' 'I was. Here it commenced; and he would see her downstairs.' 'You heard?' 'Of course, I never left her.' 'Give me a notion . . .' 'To get her to make an appointment: to let him conduct her home.' 'She was alone?' 'Her maid was below.' 'And this happened . . .?' 'Yesterday, after dark. My Ned--Captain Marsett encourages him to be |
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