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She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. " "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. "I'll pledge you in that toast with all my heart. So this was what it was all about. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. —Well, then, my dear," he added aloud, "do you still entertain the strong attachment you did to Captain Darrell?" Winifred's cheeks glowed with blushes, and fixing her eyes, which flashed with resentment, upon the questioner, she said: "I have promised to answer your question, and I will do so. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. This was his humiliation as well as hers.
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