“Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. She lied. " "Please!" She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. She removed it. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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