"Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. ’ The command was accompanied by an increase of pressure on the wrist he held. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. You're welcome to it. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. "I can't see him. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy.
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