’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you.
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