The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. Wood;—"Owen—Owen!—Thames,
help!"
"Coming!" cried Mr. "And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no
longer defer my happiness. He carries with him something that will
mark him anywhere—the girl. . ‘Yes, but quite my own fault. 270
“Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the
water. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. The air was pungent and
leaden. . There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more
commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers.
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