“Nevertheless,” Hill said doggedly, “I am here to speak to you alone. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea
roved, seeking the way. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be
merciful. “If I thought for a moment that
there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even
now. Will you be wanting me alone?" asked Ah Cum. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. Do you know whoso portrait this is?"
"I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait
of my father.
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