“Dear John,” she whispered. Up to dinner yesterday I did not expect to come to Canton. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. It was all highly intriguing. 181 < 22 > MICHELLE’S STORY The week at school was mostly uneventful save Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention. " "Oh! how much I owe him!" said the widow, with fervour, "for bringing me here, and removing me from those dreadful sights and sounds, that would have driven me distracted, even if I had been in my right mind. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Sheppard, a matron offered to conduct him to her cell. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. "Good night.
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