"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. ” “You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. “I did,” Anna answered. "I can," replied Trenchard. ” He said. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. ” “Out with it, then,” he cried, almost roughly. He seemed too noisy. “Dear me!” he said. "It was some time before I could get him to move. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John.
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