The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. You're in luck to-night, widow. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her father. Wood, who had worked herself into a passion; "and, I'll warrant 'em, the boldest robber among 'em shall repent it, if he comes across me. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did.
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