Your maid would not be of the least protection. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. To Ah Cum, who was watching her covertly, the smile was like a bit of unexpected sunshine. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. A new thought checked her steps and she froze. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard.
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