" "It is folded under your pillow. Spurlock began to watch for Ruth's coming in the morning; first, with negligent interest, then with positive eagerness. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady.
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