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You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. Good-bye, Anna!” Annabel sprang up. ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. She addressed an envelope to Ramage, and scrawled on a half-sheet of paper, “The rest shall follow. "Oh, I've read that!" Spurlock had heard distinctly enough all of this odd conversation; but until the spinster's reference to the family album, no phrase had been sufficient in strength of attraction to break the trend of his own unhappy thoughts. This is the first act. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. Wood, disdainfully. "I am innocent. ” She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection on the change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night’s supper brought a faint, humorous smile to her lips. There was nothing to be got out of the man. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then.
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