and Mrs. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. It was not a long prayer. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. "I could not make him understand. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. "The plot's out!" cried Jack. “Soon enough, John. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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