He looked at Hilary and nodded. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. I
might have known it. On your own. She was correct, and when I went directly to
the street she had named, there you were, walking into
the Butcher Shop. Michelle winked at her and left to join the
gathering of seats in the center of the theater. The unequal battle went on. Somebody tricked you
back yonder—baited you for spite. "In spots you are a
thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
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1. "I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings,
Madam, to believe that.
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