"Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. "Jack Sheppard's mother," answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she has brought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution.
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