Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. It throbs cruelly. Daughters were in the air that day. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. Up to this moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. ‘I must get a handkerchief. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. "My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly.
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