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‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new
playwright, Thomas More. Chapter XXI
HER SISTER’S SECRET
“I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. gutenberg. ” He said, his voice tinged with
worry. "I'd
rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged
out. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm;
"what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been
summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the
Woman until to-night!
From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade,
Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. You've heard the news, I suppose?"
"That the death warrant's arrived," returned Edgeworth Bess, bursting into a
flood of tears; "oh, yes! we've heard it. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of
mine, and in some distress. “You found the flat easily?” said Capes in the pause. It dropped
sideways and fell with a bang to the table. Besides, he was a Yale man. He entered the room
with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him.
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