There was another little thing he had to say. Ramage demurred. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them. She stepped on to the pavement almost before him, and his blood turned almost to ice as he saw that she was not alone. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. Coat, on the present occasion, he had none, it being more convenient, as well as agreeable to him, to pursue his avocations in his shirtsleeves; but, when fully equipped, he wore a large-cuffed, long-skirted garment, which had once been the property of his master. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. Something, I'm convinced, has happened to the boys.
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