’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. . . The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. Her head snapped back as he grabbed her by the hair. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. He bent over to Anna at once. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. But this I cannot do. . He would know her address to-morrow. She had never had a pet, never had a real doll.
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