" "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. Stay! I'll go myself. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. A long and secret conference then took place between the thief-taker and his myrmidons, after which they were severally dismissed.
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