" "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Maggot, bursting into a loud contemptuous laugh. “I think we’ve exhausted this discussion,” she said. Ann Veronica was excited and puzzled, with a sense of a strange and disconcerting new light breaking over her relations with Ramage.
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