“Does Mr. Let me go, Sir. She drank it obediently. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage.
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