CHAPTER XXIV
Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Possessed, at one time, of a share in the South Sea stock, he conceived himself
worth twenty thousand pounds. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated
near the window busily occupied with her needle. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters. Mr. Here was one that subtly mocked her. On gaining a
stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again
unmasked his lantern. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. The cultivated indifference, which
was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. . But some people have no
consideration. Do you have family that I should
ask?”
“Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost. "By the powers!" he
added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive, "he's a nice gennteel-lookin' kiddy, I must say. ’
He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face.
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