Section 3. A maidservant held the front door open. The resemblance was amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was in the background. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out at once. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. E. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. I'm a slave to my word.
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