’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked
across at him, a sharp question in her eyes. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once
because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her
mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Wood. He seemed to deliberate. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged
manner, washed her. "Sit down, fool!"
"Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing
scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?"
"Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?"
"Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his
sympathy. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant,
and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Smith, he'll
swing after next Old Bailey sessions. ’
‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips.
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