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"
What
is
it
?
What
is
it
?
"
she
cried
.
The
child
,
hearing
its
mother
's
voice
,
broke
out
into
a
paroxysm
of
sobbing
.
"
It
's
nothing
,
Annie
...
it
's
nothing
...
.
He
began
to
cry
...
"
She
flung
her
parcels
on
the
floor
and
snatched
the
child
from
him
.
"
What
have
you
done
to
him
?
"
she
cried
,
glaring
into
his
face
.
Little
Chandler
sustained
for
one
moment
the
gaze
of
her
eyes
and
his
heart
closed
together
as
he
met
the
hatred
in
them
.
He
began
to
stammer
:
"
It
's
nothing
...
.
He
...
he
began
to
cry
...
.
I
could
n't
...
I
did
n't
do
anything
...
.
What
?
"
Giving
no
heed
to
him
she
began
to
walk
up
and
down
the
room
,
clasping
the
child
tightly
in
her
arms
and
murmuring
:
"
My
little
man
!
My
little
mannie
!
Was
'
ou
frightened
,
love
?
...
There
now
,
love
!
There
now
!
...
Lambabaun
!
Mamma
's
little
lamb
of
the
world
!
...
There
now
!
"
Little
Chandler
felt
his
cheeks
suffused
with
shame
and
he
stood
back
out
of
the
lamplight
.
He
listened
while
the
paroxysm
of
the
child
's
sobbing
grew
less
and
less
;
and
tears
of
remorse
started
to
his
eyes
.
