You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. Its architecture was richly ornamental, and resembled the style of a triumphal entrance to a capital, rather than a dungeon having battlements and hexagonal towers, and being adorned on the western side with a triple range of pilasters of the Tuscan order, amid the intercolumniations of which were niches embellished with statues. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. He neither attempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him. But he reckoned without his host. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. A little darling? Lord in heaven, he had taken leave of his senses. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. "My janizaries are within call," returned Wild.
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