One of them was a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh forbidding features. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. . I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, having witnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance. Permit me to introduce myself. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. But when she saw the car, her body filled with dread, for it gave her a bad feeling. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. Consequences of the Theft. I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland.
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