‘I will do so. On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate. The Ragged Edge. ’
‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. 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. "
"Hadn't you better hold a moment's parley with the gentlemen before proceeding
to extremities?" suggested Jonathan. Yet even now there
were so many things untouched, so much to be learned. Didn’t you feel rather
EVENTFUL—in the train—coming up to Waterloo?”
Part 6
Before Christmas Ann Veronica had gone to Ramage again and accepted this
offer she had at first declined. "If you'll write them, I'll illustrate them," observed Hogarth.
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