’ Still the girl said nothing. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. “G. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. I did not know what God had in mind then. That is where life takes advantage of youth. Or else he was indeed obsessed. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. Blood, they say, won't come out.
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