She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever
they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. He seemed inexorable, and
inscrutable as fate itself. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?"
"He does," replied Thames. "I've the Bridewell
account to settle. ”
“Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. She only weighed about 100 pounds and she was
about 5’9”, much taller than you and I. Oh, you must believe me.
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