" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. Ramage controlled his expression and thought very quickly. The lines about his mouth gradually softened. ’ It was thus in stony silence that the pair traversed the short distance to Stratton Street, where Roding knocked on the major’s door and entered a pleasant woodpanelled hall, with his prisoner firmly in tow. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Which is also puzzling. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none.
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