"Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. From thoughts of fame to thoughts of mere bread and butter! It seemed to Spurlock that he had tumbled off the edge of Somewhere into the abyss of Nowhere. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which was instantly granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related the sum of the strange story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothing except a few trifling particulars, which he thought it politic to keep back; and, with this view, he said not a word of there being any probability of capturing the fugitive, but, on the contrary, roundly asserted that his informant had witnessed that person's escape. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write.
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