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Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Ruth?" "Why the devil not? Why do you suppose she married you if she didn't love you? While you read I watched her face. In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as strongly imprinted. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. ‘The sisters here will not save you. Winifred pointed to the door. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind.
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