But days had now passed. And Mother trusted him. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. " "I don't unterstand you," returned Mrs. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. It’s an emerald. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket.
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