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Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor babe. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. "Whatever your intelligence may be I will strive to bear it. ” “Point taken. So long as he lived, Spurlock knew that in fancy he would be reconstructing that scene between himself and Ruth's father. The fascination of the idea of throwing himself upon his knees and crying out all that was in his heart! As his eyes began to focus objects, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his direction, the hand clenched tightly. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement.
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