" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. Then he sensed the trap. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. ’ *** Mrs Chalkney, a long-time friend of the late Mrs Alderley, had been delighted to oblige that lady’s son. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. Indeed, it is rather a matter of whose death is close.
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