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" On leaving Mr. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. ‘I haven’t been so much entertained since I left the Army. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. " "Do not needlessly alarm me, I beseech you," replied Winifred. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned some verse of tender lyric beauty. But Miss Stanley took no notice of these things. " "I tell e'e what, John Dump," said the other fellow, who had hitherto preserved silence, "I don't know whether you talkin' o' Jack Sheppard has put him into my head or not; but I once had him pointed out to me, and if that were him as I seed then, he's just now ridden past us, and put up at the Six Bells. “Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. He raised her to a sitting position. She had but to choose. Whence had she come: whither was she bound? A temporary congestion in the street held up the caravan for a spell; and Ah Cum looked backward to note if any of the party had become separated.
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