She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. This was some satisfaction to the poor fellow, who was dreadfully frightened, as indeed he might well be, it being the opinion of the jailers and others who afterwards examined the place, that Jack had accomplished, single-handed, in a few hours, and, as far as it could be ascertained, with imperfect implements, what it would have taken half a dozen men several days, provided with proper tools, to effect. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. "We may trust him," he added in a whisper; "he is a staunch friend of the good cause. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. But eventually Spurlock laughed.
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