Slowly descending Snow Hill, the train passed on its way, attended by the same
stunning vociferations, cheers, yells, and outcries, which had accompanied it on
starting from Newgate. She was recalling the
circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to
understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. Stanley lost patience. The likelihood is
that I shan’t see the wench again. . Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in
which a few straws were stuck. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and
Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. She liked the animated eagerness
of his manner.
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