And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. Old London Bridge. ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. Sheppard was
enabled to take possession of the premises. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis
Charvill, who is his heir. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her
indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child.
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