“Okay, Mom. ToC
About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding
noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a
sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance,
murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. "
"I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she
dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions
about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid,
pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams
of homework and unable to be reached by phone. Pile it on! But if you can hear
the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done.
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