This too shall pass. Here he set down the lamp, and took out a key, and as he did so the expression of his countenance was so atrocious, that Jack felt assured he was not wrong in his suspicions. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. Grudgingly he admired her. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. The forgiveness and reconciliation was a cold and formal affair, and afterwards her father went off gloomily to his study, and Mr. “Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later.
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