There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. Chapter Two ‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. You jumped, and I think that you left me.
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