His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. ‘I know,’ said Prudence Sindlesham, sympathy in her tone. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. Peste, but everything had become difficult. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her.
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