" "Oh. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. I tell you what, Mr. He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion. " "Not I," replied Jack; "I'm too comfortable where I am. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by Mrs.
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