From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. A fortnight passed, then a month. “There is this absurd craving for Mr. ’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated.
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