" "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. “What is the good of pretending?” she said.
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