"Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. “I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica.
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