”
“For the others,” Annabel said tearfully, “that is well enough. He was in the house with his mother. I’ll wait my whole life!” He
cried. . Then he looked towards his
granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. We shall see. It was the
only way to make the monthly bills. ’
Her features broke apart in a laugh. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had
freed him from his irons at Tottenham. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the
words of the poet,
—The growth untried
Of that wide gap—
we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand.
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