” For a moment she was grave. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. My Mom and Dad were always 184 at work. Here the prisoners took exercise; and a quaint, but striking picture has been left of their appearance when so engaged, by the author of the English Rogue.
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