Old Bedlam 291 IX. . She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours. ‘You have rifled his papers. Do not imagine that I cannot do so, as well as I can this Gérard. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage.
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