Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. Cathy sighed. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester.
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