“I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. ” Michelle mulled over Lucy’s words thoughtfully. He sent me home. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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