She went into premature labor. Yes, yes, there is no doubt about it. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his suspicions. "Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable," pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting the action to the word. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick.
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