’
He sighed elaborately. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions
which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for
some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from
the lady. About nine o'clock, an
immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. He walked across the Park and called upon his sister. ‘You
said?’
‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. . ”
“It is very hard to explain,” he answered. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. I
understand. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. Let her have her own way in all things, for she will
always be just.
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