It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. ’ ‘Not dead, miss. ’ ‘What, for not wanting to marry you?’ ‘Imbecile. Can you afford to give this time? There are your own affairs to think of. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. But you must tell her. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. But it must have been something that could show her to be Mary’s daughter.
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