She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. "I knew that would bring him to," thought Wild. "I shall state my suspicions to the governor. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed.
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