If she kept on, would she make it
out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the
secret passage. “Let me hasten,” she said,
“to reassure you. . I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening
it until the day I fled. 3. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. “Then—then
we can talk things out. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. "
"Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily.
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