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"You read it, Ruth. Now I do. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. "Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. " "It is folded under your pillow. If you had any idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to find the mote of charity left there. Marry me. I will ring if I want you. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. But her request was unheeded. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. “You would appear to be trying to destroy a comradeship which has been very, very pleasant. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction.
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