“On pain of bread and water, miss!” her sister cried venomously. “That will have more effect, I fancy. Lord, for my part, I should die of shame if I thought that I had encouraged a nameless Irish rogue not good enough to ride behind my coach. And all the town to know it.”
Rage dried the tears that hung on Sophia’s lids. “Is that all?” she asked, her head high. “I should like to go if that is all you have to say to me?”
“I think that is all,” Mr. Northey answered.
“Then–I may go?”
He appeared to hesitate. For the first
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