" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. ” “Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed. By and by he ventured to peer into this window. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. No offence, I hope. Sanguine they were not. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from.
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