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Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901

"The Three Brides"

I could not move a step without falling on something
abominable. Roughs, with every passion up to fever-pitch, ferocity
barely kept down by fear of the police, gambling everywhere,
innocent young things looking on at coarseness as part of the humour
of the day, foul language, swarms of vagabond creatures, whose trade
is to minister to the license of such occasions. I declare that
your wife was the only being I saw display a spark of any sentiment
human nature need not blush for!"
"Nay, Raymond, I begin to wonder whose is the exaggerated feeling
now."
"You were not there," was the answer; and they were here interrupted
by crossing the path of the policeman, evidently full of an official
communication.
"I did not expect to see you so early, sir," he said. "I was coming
to the Hall to report to you after I had been in to the
superintendent."
"What is it?"
"There has been a burglary at Mrs. Hornblower's, sir. If you
please, sir," to Julius, "when is the Reverend Mr. Bowater expected
home?"
"Not before Monday. Is anything of his taken?"
"Yes, sir.


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