Lucy entered the room. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. I shall find him yet.
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