But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!" And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks.
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