It was a second reminder that against her claim to go free and untrammelled
there was a case to be made, that after all it was true that a girl does not go alone
in the world unchallenged, nor ever has gone freely alone in the world, that evil
walks abroad and dangers, and petty insults more irritating than dangers, lurk. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. If you could
see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who
have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. He seated himself before it. You have never seen the child within
your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained.
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