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"Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. " "Your prisoner!" echoed Jonathan, derisively.
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