Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately handed him back his bouquet of red roses. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. " "Afraid?" "Yes. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. " "Perhaps that was it. ’ Fresh suspicion kindled in his breast. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. “I’ll be hanged if I do.
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