Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. I have recently made your sister’s acquaintance, and in the course of conversation I understood from her that her Christian name was Anna. Ramage. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so.
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