She was not squeamish—although the sight
of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but
Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’
grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves,
brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats,
and lanterns. New customs have prevailed over the old. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. "
"Oh, that!"
He raised his head, staring at her in blank astonishment. Good
night. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Anna——”
Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy. He glanced up. Then
one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,”
and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the
words penetrated to her understanding.
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