"And now," she
added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a
few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have
to go through—to pray for my son. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. ’
‘Oh, a ruin,’ exclaimed Mrs Sindlesham, throwing up a hand. Blue haze had settled beyond the
black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet
that began the night sky. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one
else. Keep his arms down. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. "I'll tell you," replied Jack, with forced calmness.
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