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Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. "You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. " "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display.
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