“I think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress. "We must keep still. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom— especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church.
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