She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. He drew a little sigh of relief. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd.
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