"What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. ” “I am very glad,” he answered, in a low tone. "Winifred Wood will never marry, unless the grave can give up its dead. A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the stranger and this individual. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened.
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