" "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. All her life Martha had been there. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ” “Just so,” the doctor remarked drily. There were no mourners. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground.
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