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There was no one stirring in the flats. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. The tears flowed faster. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door till they had explained their business. “Great, Cathy. "Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. \"Nice to meet you. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. " So saying, he hurried up stairs, opened the back door, and was quickly in the yard.
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