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Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the
preceding division of this history. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. It might be supposed that these
articles, when thrust together into the bag, would have jingled; but these skilful
practitioners managed matters so well that no noise was made. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was
saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering
what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. She
rolled to one side. Surely he was imagining this picture. You will go out at once, if you please. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d
been called in because of suspected intruders.
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