She could think of nothing more to say. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing
wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’
He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. Nothing at
all. " Broken pipes
littered the floor, if that can be said to be littered, which, in the first instance, was
a mass of squalor and filth. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. Gerald? But could he be here so
quickly?
She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had
come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. ‘Certainly you are imbecile. A crutch, with a silver
handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was
reduced. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes
fixed steadily upon her.
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