" As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. Hollo rumbled in his throat. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient.
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