Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. Nobody regards Constance or Vee as a delicate trifle. There was no way to warn her of his presence without startling her. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter.
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