"Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of it. He was not sure that the boy had put himself beyond the pale; merely, the boy's actions pointed that way. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. ” Ennison laughed softly. We are nuns.
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