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She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. Hugging them, they crept stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. The Bishop, however, to show him the danger of meddling with the church, gave him a dance at Tyburn for his pains. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes. Incursions were often made upon its territories by the functionaries of the law; sometimes attended with success, but more frequently with discomfiture; and it rarely happened, unless by stratagem or bribery, that (in the language of the gentlemen of the short staff) an important caption could be effected. I will not be sent away. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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