Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. It was horrible. As Mrs. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. We have to hang about in the interval. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral 435 XXVII. " "For whom, Sir?" inquired Charcam. ” “It is very nice of you to think of it,” Anna said briskly.
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