“I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. I believe it amused him. . The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket. " "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes.
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