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She practiced
swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her
imaginary infant boy. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so
that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. There was absolute quiet. She got up, put the
neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the
little cards in the morocco case. I'll watch over these infants, if that's your worry. ‘Besides, I don’t want the
men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. Kneebone, who began to
feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. As she did so the preparation-room door
opened behind her. "
"Do so," replied Kneebone; "but remember the door is locked. This is my first venture over
here. "I sha'n't offer any of these to you two," he said; "but I know you won't mind me
having an imitation king's peg. "
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. We,
ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. Just as
soon as I deal with this little tramp, I’m going to divorce
you and take every penny that you’ve ever made,
including your pension and your measly inheritance from
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your dishrag of a father!”
Something in the little man’s mind snapped.
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