’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth.
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