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By Jennifer Robison

Emily shook her head. I thought you would not like to see me in want like this. It wasn't Sexty's fault nigh so much as it was his. I wouldn't say it to you if it wasn't for starving. I wouldn't say it to you if it wasn't for the children. I'd lie in the ditch and die if it was only for myself, because,--because I know what your feelings is. But what wouldn't you do, and what wouldn't you say, if you had five children at home as hadn't a loaf of bread among 'em?

Presently the offensive butler came in, who had wronged Mrs Parker by watching his master's coats, and brought a tray with meat and wine. Mr Wharton, said the altered man, hoped that Mrs Parker would take a little refreshment, and he would be down himself very soon. Mrs Parker, knowing that strength for her journey home would be necessary to her, remembering that she would have to walk all through the city to the Bishopgate Street station, did take some refreshment, and permitted herself to drink the glass of sherry that her late enemy had benignantly poured out for her.

Emily had been with her father nearly half an hour before Mr Wharton's heavy step was heard upon the stairs. And when he reached the dining-room door he paused a moment before he ventured to turn the lock. He had not told Emily what he would do, and hardly as yet made up his own mind. As every fresh call was made upon him, his hatred for the memory of the man who had stepped in and disturbed his whole life, and turned all the mellow satisfaction of his evening into storm and gloom, was of course increased.

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The scoundrel's name was so odious to him that he could hardly keep himself from shuddering visibly before his daughter even when the servants called her by it. But yet he had determined that he would devote himself to save her from further suffering. It had been her fault, no doubt. But she was expiating it in very sackcloth and ashes, and he would add nothing to the burden on her back. He would pay, and pay, and pay, merely remembering that what he paid must be deducted from her share of his property.

He had never intended to make what is called an elder son of Everett, and now there was less necessity than ever that he should do so, as Everett had become an elder son in another direction.

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He could satisfy almost any demand that might be made without material injury to himself. But these demands, one after another, scalded him by their frequency, and by the baseness of the man who had occasioned them.

His daughter had now repeated to him with sobbings and wailings the whole story as it had been told to her by the woman downstairs. He had endeavoured not even to shrink as the charge of forgery was repeated to him by his own child,--the widow of the guilty man. He endeavoured not to remember at the moment that she had claimed this wretch as the chosen one of her maiden heart, in opposition to all his wishes.

“If we were alone right now, what would you do to me?”

It hardly occurred to him to disbelieve the accusation. It was so probable! What was there to hinder the man from forgery, if he could only make it believed that his victim had signed the bill when intoxicated? He heard it all;--kissed his daughter, and then went down to the dining-room. Mrs Parker, when she saw him, got up, and curtsied low, and then sat down again. Old Wharton looked at her from under his bushy eyebrows before he spoke, and then sat opposite her. Do you think you can find the place?

I have written it there. Then I will see about it. You need not trouble yourself by going to him.

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Good night Mrs Parker. Mrs Parker, with many sobs, bade him farewell, and Mr Wharton stood in the hall immoveable till the front door had been closed behind her. Don't worry yourself now, but go to bed. But Mr Wharton could not go to bed without further trouble. It was incumbent on him to write full particulars that very night both to Mr Walker and to Mr Crumpy.

And the odious letters in the writing became very long;--odious because he had to confess in them over and over again that his daughter, the very apple of his eye, had been the wife of a scoundrel.

To Mr Walker he had to tell the whole story of the alleged forgery, and in doing so could not abstain from the use of hard words. Oh, how happy would he be to pay the two thousand weekly pounds,--even to add to that the amount of the forged bill, if by doing so he might be saved from ever hearing again the name of Lopez.

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The amount of the bill was ultimately lost by the bankers who had advanced the money on it. As for Mrs Sexty Parker, from week to week, and from month to month, and at last from year to year, she and her children,--and probably her husband also,--were supported by the weekly pension of two sovereigns which she always received on Thursday mornings form the hands of Mr Crumpy himself. In a little time the one excitement of her life was the weekly journey to Mr Crumpy, whom she came to regard as a man appointed by Providence to supply her with 40s on Thursday morning.

As to poor Sexty Parker,--it is to be feared that he never again became a prosperous man. No one ever did know any more about it, and Crumpy continued to pay the money. The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollope. You know lusty language can be hot, but where to begin? With this advice from erotica writer Rachel Kramer Bussel. The women I know seem to have no trouble whatsoever with being dirty.

But talking dirty can instantly induce performance anxiety. What if you pick the wrong words and kill the mood? Or, worse, completely embarrass yourself? Men seem better at nasty-speak probably from years of inner-monologue practice , but I think it's time for women to join in the fun.

Talking dirty is a terrific turn-on, once you're comfortable doing it. Here's how to get there. Step 1: Start softly. Whisper, "I've been thinking about you all day," and then lick his earlobe. Compliment him. On anything. The men, they go wild for praise.

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Talk about his chest, his butt, his abs—if you like it, now's the time to say so. But don't launch into actually doing much yet; keep the focus on what you're saying.

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Step 2: He'll probably respond with something like "I've been thinking about you too. Put your hands over his eyes so he can picture what he's been fantasizing about. And so you don't have to look him in the eye when you're saying things that would make your mother blush. You can work up to that. Step 3: Now it's time to really talk. But if you're still getting used to being verbal, think of your last hot night together and tell him what you liked about it.