The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. She will not confide in me. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. I understand. “Perhaps. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr.
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