He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck
with the other, threading her soft curls in between his
slim fingers. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Lost me
place, that’s all. To-morrow I shall come and talk to
you again—of other things. Jack did not advance to meet her. "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. ”
“It’s very good to be alive. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. "You shall see him
to-morrow. ’ His head came thrusting out at Melusine like a belligerent tortoise from
its shell. Wild here presently, and I wouldn't for the
world—Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of the thief-taker appeared at the
wicket, "here he is.
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