"Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. Listen, it is I. ” “Ye—e—es. No doubt there’s some little mistake. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. ” Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took her into his arms and kissed her.
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