Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. Certainly your major—’ ‘Ah, now that’s just it, missie. Only an undermaid I was then. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. ” “I’ve been clearing up,” said Ann Veronica, brightly. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew.
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