The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. I just wanted a breath of air. The ruse succeeded almost beyond his expectation. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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