" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear.
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