"
"Oh, I suppose so; but I neither know nor care--I wash my hands of
them from this day forward!"
"Well, then, look here, Mrs. Dove, my love," said the husband, "I
_don't_ wash my hands of them--no, not by no means. It's all right if
they're gone to Miss Egerton's--there are trap-doors in the roof at
Miss Egerton's; I know the build of the house. There are trap-doors in
the roof, and quarter-day is coming on, Mrs. Dove, my only love!"
"Law, Dove! you have a most startling way of saying them poetic
lines," answered his wife.
CHAPTER XXXI.
A "CONTINUAL READER."
A few days after the girls were comfortably settled in their new
quarters Primrose went out. She went out all alone, for by this time
London streets and London ways were familiar to her. Neatly and very
quietly dressed, with the usual serene light on her sweet face, and
that dignity about her whole bearing which prevented any one from ever
being rude to her, she went, not to her china-painting as usual, but
simply to take exercise in the London streets.
The fact was, Primrose wanted to be alone--she wanted to think out a
problem. She was beginning to be perplexed, and even slightly alarmed.
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