Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. " "Didn't some of them … try to touch you?" "Not the true unfortunates. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse.
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