But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. "But I shall watch night and day about Newgate, in the hope of getting him out. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. Later, there will be fever, after I've got his heart pumping. Instinctively she imitated this action, chilled and a little frightened at the expression of terror that confronted her. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her.
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