"And I hope you carry that mark on you to remind you of your obscenity!" Mabel admonished as the heat rose in her face. No, this was not the moment to cry, not now. It wasn't even distress that descended upon her but sheer fury at having been mistaken for a woman of the night. Nevermind the fact that was technically what she was, having been walking through Padmore Park well past midnight without a chaperone.

Her hand stung from where it had connected with his face, and she backed away even further, cradling it in her good hand. "And I suppose that's about as much as you think you're worth too, then?" She shot back, determined to keep her tears at bay. That she was failing made her even more furious and she reached up to swipe a hand at her cheeks which were now rather damp.

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