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That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. The evenings were dulcet and soft. Wood, "and I'm sorry and surprised he hasn't swung for his crimes before this.
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