" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ” She answered solemnly. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all.
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