’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. More importantly, she had her wits. Her skin prickled. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means.
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