Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. I would that you were my own. The gentleman with the red beard will relieve you of your prisoner.
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