” Anna laughed softly. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come off. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. She could not bear the shame of it. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. “I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. I saw the blood come as he rolled over.
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