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The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. To write under a pseudonym!—to be forced to disown his children! He could not write under his own name, enjoy the fruits of fame should these tales prove successful. "I'm armed; you are not. Sheppard was committed to the earth. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Overcome by his affliction, Mr. Divers plans and figures were chalked upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "The History of Chaste Susannah;" an old print of the Seven Golden Candlesticks; an abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against drinking, swearing, and all manner of profaneness; and a view of the interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell Court, with portraits of the reverend gentleman and the principal members of his flock. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. " "What! the famous housebreaker. “My husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. ” A flush of excitement crept into her cheeks. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. The hansom sped through the crowded streets.
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