” “I will tell her,” Anna promised. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes.
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