’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. They were in different key, they had a different timbre. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. "It's a mysterious transaction altogether. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. . The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. Come along home, Ruth. ’ He saw that Mrs Sindlesham, for all her vaunted freedom of speech, was honestly shocked by this revelation.
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