The expression was wholly different. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. "What's that?" asked Wild. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire, "which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at your elbow. The commissionaire smiled. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. Holcroft, we may have been mistaken. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was here yesterday. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. "There's no outlet that way.
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