CHAPTER XXXI. ” “Yes,” said Mr. . ” She sat very still. . " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. I’m sorry. And would you mind hurrying a little. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. Mr. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm.
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