A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. "Much that I would willingly forget. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. "My father!" she whispered. ‘No mistaking you this time. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. It’s these damned novels. But it must have been something that could show her to be Mary’s daughter.
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