" Silence. “Your mother was a Gypsy. " "Law! Miss," observed the maid, "there's nothing mischievous in the person's appearance, I'm sure. Her eyes where glassy and shining. We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shake their trotters!" And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. “Let’s go home. ” She replied. I found the door locked as usual, but when we entered this room everything was as you see.
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