"Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. ‘Now
you see why it is I no longer require the proof of which I have spoken. "You are my prisoner, Jack. ”
He smiled at her. . “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. Divers plans and figures were chalked
upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for
the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "The
History of Chaste Susannah;" an old print of the Seven Golden Candlesticks; an
abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against drinking, swearing, and all
manner of profaneness; and a view of the interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's
Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell Court, with portraits of the reverend
gentleman and the principal members of his flock. The girl,
with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. Your husband could have told you
that. “Home, of course,” she answered. “John, of course I
forgive you if it is what you need from me. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. “Yeah.
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