"I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. He then looked around him with some curiosity; and, as the thief-taker was occupied in giving directions to his attendant in an undertone, ample leisure was allowed him for investigation. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin.
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