I know in
Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might have the dresses and
entertainments she desired. “It’s either now or never,” she
said to herself. She let him have it all, as it was,
after all, for the last time. She threw him his car keys. He staggered back a few paces;
and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his heels, and, placing
the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir,
or cry out. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his
task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not
inappropriate strains:—
THE NEWGATE STONE. Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
methods and addresses. Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there
was silence.
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