The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and
goings, was for a moment absent. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. "
"Palliate them as you may," replied the widow, gravely, "they were faults; and as
such, cannot be repaired by a greater wrong. 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. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone
at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his
chair, gave free scope to his merriment. “Still, of course, it is
possible. ’
‘Aye, more’s the pity. ”
“Alive! In London!” Annabel moaned. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better.
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