She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. It creaked slightly. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life.
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