"You're never safe with them." "Did you hint at her leaving the city ?--going to New Orleans, for instance ?" "Oh dear, no! She isn't to be managed in that way--is deeper and more set than I thought.

The fact is, Mrs.Dinneford"-- and Mrs.Bray lowered her voice and looked shocked and mysterious--"I'm beginning to suspect her as being connected with a gang." "With a gang?
What kind of a gang ?" Mrs.Dinneford turned slightly pale.
"A gang of thieves.

She isn't the right thing; I found that out long ago.

You remember what I said when you gave her the child.

I told you that she was not a good woman, and that it was a cruel thing to put a helpless, new-born baby into her hands." "Never mind about that." Mrs.Dinneford waved her hand impatiently.
"The baby's out of her hands, so far as that is concerned.