Part 6
When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in
her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. Let me see my child, if he is really here?"
"Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but
deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards
her. She is very bright. "
Mrs. "I am, Charcoal. She went into premature labor. Hist!" cried he,
as a scream was heard from without. \"
She knew he was blushing in the dark. He turned round
toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. Their conversation degenerated again and again
into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Not even, it
seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my
dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. “The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded.
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