A Fair Fraud — page 233: what you’re looking at

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222 A Fair Fraud worn out by the violence of her own emotions, dropped off, all dressed as she was, into an uneasy slumber. Then Hester, robing herself in a warm dressing-gown, crept out of the room and made her way up the narrow attic staircase to the door of Marion Blake’s room. Marion, whose own slumbers had not been very profound, woke up at once at the sound of her gentle knock, and, jumping out of bed, ran to open the door. And then Hester told her everything. ‘I want you to help me—to tell me what I ought to do, she said, laying her tired golden head on the other girl’s shoulder. ‘Or rather, tell me how to do it. For all I know clearly is that the truth must now come out; that I must no longer figure under a false name; nor can I allow my poor unhappy father to be buried | unrecognised and unowned by those who were nearest to him.’ And Marion took the poor, weary, shivering girl into her own warm bed, and promised to help her in every way in her power. Marion would have liked to have consulted Naylor upon this new develspment of affairs ; but although she got up early and dressed as quickly as she could, he was off before she got downstairs, and she was only just in time to see the dogcart that was conveying. him to the GORMGIOO