" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. Sheppard prepared for church. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. Meantime, the lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive kinsmen, she did not dare to reveal herself to her husband, of whose concealment on the roof of the very house the party were searching she was aware. ‘What if she does not agree? Could she reveal us, damage us amongst our peers? Are you certain that we should not kill her?’ He asked. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. Her back arched slightly in response. Marry me. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him.
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