” Anna laughed softly. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay.
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