Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. "Dead!" echoed the boy. " "You, Miss Enschede?"—frankly astonished that one stranger should offer succour to another. He remembered that he had heard stories about the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers. I don’t defend it. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane.
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