His shrewd glance travelled from group to group, and between the strokes of the bell he counted the women-folk.
"They are all at their doors," he murmured.

"For a look at the dear Bishop, think you ?" "They are watching to see what Warboise will do," quavered Brother Biscoe.

"Oh, I know!" "The women don't seem to be taking much truck with Warboise or his Petition.

See him over there, with Plant and Ibbetson only.

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