Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. She addressed Ann Veronica with an air of conveying great open secrets to her. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. He wanted to talk with the patient, test him variously; and he wanted to be alone with him while he put these tests. That is what I’ve had on my conscience. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Alderley in shock.
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