’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. ‘Well said, my dear. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. "I see you don't know him as well as you pretend. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. "I've seen him some years ago, I believe," answered Wood; "and, though he must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again. Wait a little; rest. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs.
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