She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. Then Capes’ footsteps approached. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner.
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