. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more
commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. Ennison’s
signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. “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. His foot tapped impatiently, and he
took up the papers. She would always be going to and fro
up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. Care for a hundred up?”
Ennison shook his head. She breathed deeply, and he breathed
sympathetically. . "
"Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a
confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger from Orchard-Windham,
from Sir William?"
"No, Sir Rowland. ’
It had not before occurred to him, but this realisation fuelled the general’s
growing conviction that he was being imposed upon in some way. He was snoring stupidly.
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