Your name?"
"Owen Wood," replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. ’
‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. She was dressed in a little white frock,
with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain
fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. . Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. Ennison started and looked
anxiously at Anna. In no way could he be said to
contribute to the gaiety of the little party. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. CHAPTER VI.
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