" "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. "I couldn't bear to see you in it. . "It is Jonathan. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised.
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