The Wastrel did not relish this. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. Treat me as an elder brother, if you like.
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