"Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Poor little one. Cathy answered the phone. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground.
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