The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunate Mrs. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. But I'll not believe it of you. Sit down, I command you.
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