"
"Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. He continued
tenderly, almost affectionately. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very
likely Annabel had behaved badly. "To be
sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay
in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least
such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether
sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you
don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his
poor father suffered. It was Annabel who spoke. He brought another small loaf, and a can with
which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would
get nothing further till morning. At least I can give you a glimmer. "Heaven help us!" he exclaimed; "we were mad to neglect the old sailor's
advice. One little minute with soap and water, voilà
tout. Detached, it was not impossible that she would
be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. That is why I am glad that she has gone to London. Water I need.
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