At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. He remained listening attentively. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. The small Diedermayer clan was a captive audience. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again.
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