The impassivity of her features changed at last. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. . He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. " "A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. Mr. So get up, and let's be off.
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