She turned away from Captain Wragge, as if all idea of his existence had passed out of her mind.
"Oh, Norah, Norah!" she said to herself, sorrowfully.

"After the letter I wrote you--after the hard struggle I had to go away! Oh, Norah, Norah!" "How is Norah ?" inquired the captain, with the utmost politeness.
She turned upon him with an angry brightness in her large gray eyes.

"Is this thing shown publicly ?" she asked, stamping her foot on it.

"Is the mark on my neck described all over York ?" "Pray compose yourself," pleaded the persuasive Wragge.

"At present I have every reason to believe that you have just perused the only copy in circulation.