Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. Both the fugitive and his chasers embarked on the Thames. Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office.
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