But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’ ‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. “Shut up, you little faggot. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. His blood would be sweet with it. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood.
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