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"Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground. He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. The clock struck half-past ten. Killed is too kind a word. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. " "I'd good reasons for placing it there, Sir; but don't question me about them now, or you'll drive me mad," returned Mrs.
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