" "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. " "I feel I have, dear Winny!" replied Thames, abashed at his own rudeness; "my conduct is inexcusable. Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively.
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