CHAPTER XVIII. An action which gave Gerald furiously to think. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. ‘Comment? What do you wish?’ ‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’ Her eyes flashed. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. . " "That's reasonable. She put back her hood in a determined way.
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