The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart.
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