"Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. The pistol, it was not loaded.
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