He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. But I have two hundred thousand pounds. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. It was not possible for him to have been deceived. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat.
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