’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes. " The patient was asleep. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back.
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