My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t
much fatter. "Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. This structure at once satisfied him
as to where he stood. Be so good as to let me pass,
sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and
Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly
motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour.
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