Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. As soon as the cavalcade stopped, the sexton advanced, and, ringing a handbell, pronounced the following admonition. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered.
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