"Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. He had already shown the covering envelope and its instructions to Ruth, and she had ignored or misunderstood the warning. ‘Not care? For this he must be an Englishman tout à fait sympathique, and— and I know only. Things seem to come rather easily. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire.
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