It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and
letting the baby out. You have friends, acquaintances, social standing,
brothers and sisters, every advantage! Instead of which, you want to go to some
mixed classes or other and cut up rabbits and dance about at nights in wild
costumes with casual art student friends and God knows who. His face, as he
looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was
so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered
hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. It was
something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle
that he placed himself above. It would have been better
had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. "You poor child!" said Prudence.
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