You told me he was going back to Newgate after
supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. Something seemed
to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to
dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted,
and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if
by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both
sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in
such garments as could be most easily slipped on. Surely he was imagining this picture. She was powerless to move
from her chair. Ramage admitted the force of that. And they pay her. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’
Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. It will be altogether you. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would
ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to
promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit.
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