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Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as
death, but he moved not a muscle. “You had only to
ask——”
“Do you think,” Anna interrupted, with a note of passion trembling also in her
tone, “that I would have taken alms from Sir John, the man to whom I had lied
for your sake. We will beg our
bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. ‘By the by, get Trodger to send up one of our best men, will you? Someone
discreet. Gregory B. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the
fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big
portal. Pretty good stuff, some of it. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact. I say,
I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock.
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