They will
hardly bring a woman with them to search you."
"But there was a woman with the man when he came before."
"Then you must refuse in spite of your cousin. Show yourself angry with
him and with everybody. Swear that you did not intend to submit yourself
to such indignity as that. They can't do it without a magistrate's order,
unless you permit it. I don't suppose they will come at all; and if they
do they will only look at your clothes and your boxes. If they ask to do
more, be stout with them and refuse. Of course, they'll suspect you, but
they do that already. And your cousin will suspect you; but you must put
up with that. It will be very bad; but I see nothing better. But, of all
things, say nothing of me."
"Oh, no," said Lizzie, promising to be obedient to him. And then he took
his leave of her.
"You will be true to me, will you not?" she said, still clinging to his
arm. He promised her that he would. "Oh, George," she said, "I have no
friend now but you. You will care for me?" He took her in his arms and
kissed her, and promised her that he would care for her. How was he to
save himself from doing so? When he was gone, Lizzie sat down to think of
it all, and felt sure that at last she had found her Corsair.
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