The deafening report froze time. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree. She sensed a pelvic exam coming on. "This is the gentleman," observed Jonathan, introducing Trenchard to the Hollander, "who is about to intrust his young relation to your care. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. And the less “anything” happened the better.
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