"Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. The moment my escape is known, a large reward will be placed on my head. She was caught by some of the bystanders, who offered by her every assistance in their power.
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