"Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. “Odd!” she said. F. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. He never finished his sentence. And now, Quilt," he continued, addressing the janizary, who approached him with the horse, "fly to St. Make haste!" Ruth hurried off to her own room.
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