Some of the girls with whom she lived regarded her enviously, spitefully.

But had she really the least chance of marrying a man whom she could respect--not to say love?
One-and-twenty a week hence.

At Weston she had kept tolerable health, but certainly her constitution was not strong, and the slavery of Walworth Road threatened her with premature decay.

Her sisters counselled wisely.

Coming to London was a mistake.