“Are you with us?” said the tired woman. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. . I know. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. Would to God I had. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. She would just walk out of the house and go. " She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. ’ Her lashes fluttered. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character.
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