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The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. ” “Impudent beggars,” Sydney growled. I don’t care. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. “I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off. He whispered in her ear. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they had no chance of getting away. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. Emerging from this aperture, he was about to descend, when he was alarmed by hearing the tramp of horses' feet swiftly approaching, and had only time to hide himself behind one of the largest signboards before alluded to when two horsemen rode up.
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