Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. "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. Three more people came to meet them at the door. "His shin may need rubbing. A broken laugh followed the action. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity.
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