In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. . The Widgett method of thought puzzled her weakly rhetorical mind. Suspicion was in his face. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question.
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