At the mention of Peggy’s name a cloud passed over Mrs. Barfield’s face. “You have been shamefully treated, my poor child. I knew nothing of all this. So he said he would marry you if he won his bet on the Leger? Oh, that betting! I know that nothing else is thought of here; upstairs and downstairs, the whole place is poisoned with it, and it is the fault of—” Mrs. Barfield walked hurriedly across the room, but when she turned the sight of Esther provoked her into speech. “I have seen it all my life, nothing else, and I have seen nothing come of it but sin and sorrow; you are not the first victim. Ah, what ruin, what misery, what death!”
Mrs. Barfield covered her face with her hands, as if to shut out the memories that crowded upon her.
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