5“I went the next day to my sister Fanny to prepare her for Hetty’s call. Fanny sat in an arm-chair and listened and watched my face as I told my story, confessed how I had exaggerated Hetty’s offence and asked for help. ‘I ought to have seen her, Harry, before I took your word for it,’ she said. ‘Of course, even now, I can’t imagine how a girl who loves one man could ever stand the kiss of another as she did, but then, as you say, she’d been drinking. We women aren’t all made alike. There’s all sorts make a world. Some girls—the backbone goes out of them when they feel a man’s kisses. You and me, Harry, we aren’t made like that. I’ve been thinking while you sat talking there, how like we both are to poor mother really—for all she quarrelled with me. We’ll grow hard presently if we aren’t
