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"A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. "In the name of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere, I
implore you to answer me," urged Kneebone, "why—why would you not accept
him?"
"Because our positions are different," replied Winifred, who could not resist this
appeal to her feelings. His figure was uncommonly slim even
for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb
made him appear thinner than he was in reality. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. Keep your eye upon the lad. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame
that rapscallion who calls himself your father. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. CONTENTS. And in those days, too, he
used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood
on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall.
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