So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. "I was merely about to observe that I am in possession of her secret. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. “Mr.
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