CHAPTER THE NINTH
DISCORDS
Part 1
One afternoon, soon after Ann Veronica’s great discovery, a telegram came
into the laboratory for her. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. “What have you done?”
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“It is your own fault, Lucia. Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand. On the bench was set a quartern
measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. ”
Sir John acknowledged the introduction without cordiality. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who
waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key,
laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Think! You could not have done it. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand,
dear. He has a grand time. There’s a hansom coming round the
corner. Don't you understand? Back among
your own again, and only a few of us the wiser. Then Mr.
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