“He is one of
our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before
dinner-time. I wouldn't accept my life
from him. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long
ago—long ago. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. Spare him!—pity me!"
With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs,
when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy
footsteps entering the house. "I had a terrible dream last night. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for
it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. "But you mustn't indulge
these gloomy thoughts. “Well, what is it?”
“Montague Hill is recovering consciousness,” he said. She wondered if he was
already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as
one would a prostitute.
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