Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. . She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. The clock struck half-past ten. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. His inclinations prompted him most decidedly to take the vacant chair.
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