" "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. "What has caused this quarrel, Thames?" asked the little girl, anxiously. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face.
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