Suddenly he understood what had happened. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. “And let us have a talk about this—some other time. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. “You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. CHAPTER VIII.
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