She imagined descending the stairs, hearing
Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant
corner with a lump in her throat. ToC
During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost
about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's
express orders,) was denied her. ”
“Well,” Mrs. Come along, master. Gosse sneered. It's your eagerness that bothers
me. But—”
The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Vaguely she heard the distinctive
sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. It had ceased to beat. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett.
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