"I have good news for you. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her father. He had nothing more to say either to her or to Spurlock. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. Not entirely.
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