Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. “I didn’t blow up the house. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth.
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