”
The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded
her that he was in a similar predicament. The tears were streaming down her face, her
voice was thick with sobs. " This went on for ten days. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard
that she began to laugh behind her tears. ”
But Ann Veronica was by no means sure of that until she went over to
Wamblesmith and saw her sister, very remote and domestic and authoritative, in
a becoming tea-gown, in command of Doctor Ralph’s home. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years
old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London,
where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. I—listen. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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