Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. She received into her slack grasp the pistol and dagger, only half aware of taking them.
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