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Polly
was
a
slim
girl
of
nineteen
;
she
had
light
soft
hair
and
a
small
full
mouth
.
Her
eyes
,
which
were
grey
with
a
shade
of
green
through
them
,
had
a
habit
of
glancing
upwards
when
she
spoke
with
anyone
,
which
made
her
look
like
a
little
perverse
madonna
.
Mrs.
Mooney
had
first
sent
her
daughter
to
be
a
typist
in
a
corn-factor
's
office
but
,
as
a
disreputable
sheriff
's
man
used
to
come
every
other
day
to
the
office
,
asking
to
be
allowed
to
say
a
word
to
his
daughter
,
she
had
taken
her
daughter
home
again
and
set
her
to
do
housework
.
As
Polly
was
very
lively
the
intention
was
to
give
her
the
run
of
the
young
men
.
Besides
young
men
like
to
feel
that
there
is
a
young
woman
not
very
far
away
.
Polly
,
of
course
,
flirted
with
the
young
men
but
Mrs.
Mooney
,
who
was
a
shrewd
judge
,
knew
that
the
young
men
were
only
passing
the
time
away
:
none
of
them
meant
business
.
Things
went
on
so
for
a
long
time
and
Mrs.
Mooney
began
to
think
of
sending
Polly
back
to
typewriting
when
she
noticed
that
something
was
going
on
between
Polly
and
one
of
the
young
men
.
She
watched
the
pair
and
kept
her
own
counsel
.
Polly
knew
that
she
was
being
watched
,
but
still
her
mother
's
persistent
silence
could
not
be
misunderstood
.
There
had
been
no
open
complicity
between
mother
and
daughter
,
no
open
understanding
but
,
though
people
in
the
house
began
to
talk
of
the
affair
,
still
Mrs.
Mooney
did
not
intervene
.
Polly
began
to
grow
a
little
strange
in
her
manner
and
the
young
man
was
evidently
perturbed
.
At
last
,
when
she
judged
it
to
be
the
right
moment
,
Mrs.
Mooney
intervened
.
She
dealt
with
moral
problems
as
a
cleaver
deals
with
meat
:
and
in
this
case
she
had
made
up
her
mind
.
It
was
a
bright
Sunday
morning
of
early
summer
,
promising
heat
,
but
with
a
fresh
breeze
blowing
.
All
the
windows
of
the
boarding
house
were
open
and
the
lace
curtains
ballooned
gently
towards
the
street
beneath
the
raised
sashes
.
The
belfry
of
George
's
Church
sent
out
constant
peals
and
worshippers
,
singly
or
in
groups
,
traversed
the
little
circus
before
the
church
,
revealing
their
purpose
by
their
self-contained
demeanour
no
less
than
by
the
little
volumes
in
their
gloved
hands
.
Breakfast
was
over
in
the
boarding
house
and
the
table
of
the
breakfast-room
was
covered
with
plates
on
which
lay
yellow
streaks
of
eggs
with
morsels
of
bacon-fat
and
bacon-rind
.
Mrs.
Mooney
sat
in
the
straw
arm-chair
and
watched
the
servant
Mary
remove
the
breakfast
things
.
She
mad
Mary
collect
the
crusts
and
pieces
of
broken
bread
to
help
to
make
Tuesday
's
bread-pudding
.
When
the
table
was
cleared
,
the
broken
bread
collected
,
the
sugar
and
butter
safe
under
lock
and
key
,
she
began
to
reconstruct
the
interview
which
she
had
had
the
night
before
with
Polly
.
Things
were
as
she
had
suspected
:
she
had
been
frank
in
her
questions
and
Polly
had
been
frank
in
her
answers
.
Both
had
been
somewhat
awkward
,
of
course
.
She
had
been
made
awkward
by
her
not
wishing
to
receive
the
news
in
too
cavalier
a
fashion
or
to
seem
to
have
connived
and
Polly
had
been
made
awkward
not
merely
because
allusions
of
that
kind
always
made
her
awkward
but
also
because
she
did
not
wish
it
to
be
thought
that
in
her
wise
innocence
she
had
divined
the
intention
behind
her
mother
's
tolerance
.
Mrs.
Mooney
glanced
instinctively
at
the
little
gilt
clock
on
the
mantelpiece
as
soon
as
she
had
become
aware
through
her
revery
that
the
bells
of
George
's
Church
had
stopped
ringing
.
It
was
seventeen
minutes
past
eleven
:
she
would
have
lots
of
time
to
have
the
matter
out
with
Mr.
Doran
and
then
catch
short
twelve
at
Marlborough
Street
.
She
was
sure
she
would
win
.
To
begin
with
she
had
all
the
weight
of
social
opinion
on
her
side
:
she
was
an
outraged
mother
.
She
had
allowed
him
to
live
beneath
her
roof
,
assuming
that
he
was
a
man
of
honour
and
he
had
simply
abused
her
hospitality
.
He
was
thirty-four
or
thirty-five
years
of
age
,
so
that
youth
could
not
be
pleaded
as
his
excuse
;
nor
could
ignorance
be
his
excuse
since
he
was
a
man
who
had
seen
something
of
the
world
.
He
had
simply
taken
advantage
of
Polly
's
youth
and
inexperience
:
that
was
evident
.
The
question
was
:
What
reparation
would
he
make
?
There
must
be
reparation
made
in
such
case
.
It
is
all
very
well
for
the
man
:
he
can
go
his
ways
as
if
nothing
had
happened
,
having
had
his
moment
of
pleasure
,
but
the
girl
has
to
bear
the
brunt
.
Some
mothers
would
be
content
to
patch
up
such
an
affair
for
a
sum
of
money
;
she
had
known
cases
of
it
.
But
she
would
not
do
so
.
For
her
only
one
reparation
could
make
up
for
the
loss
of
her
daughter
's
honour
:
marriage
.
She
counted
all
her
cards
again
before
sending
Mary
up
to
Doran
's
room
to
say
that
she
wished
to
speak
with
him
.
She
felt
sure
she
would
win
.
He
was
a
serious
young
man
,
not
rakish
or
loud-voiced
like
the
others
.
If
it
had
been
Mr.
Sheridan
or
Mr.
Meade
or
Bantam
Lyons
her
task
would
have
been
much
harder
.
She
did
not
think
he
would
face
publicity
.
All
the
lodgers
in
the
house
knew
something
of
the
affair
;
details
had
been
invented
by
some
.
Besides
,
he
had
been
employed
for
thirteen
years
in
a
great
Catholic
wine-merchant
's
office
and
publicity
would
mean
for
him
,
perhaps
,
the
loss
of
his
job
.
Whereas
if
he
agreed
all
might
be
well
.
She
knew
he
had
a
good
screw
for
one
thing
and
she
suspected
he
had
a
bit
of
stuff
put
by
.
