“The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. ’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. She could tell that he was leering at her. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping.
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