She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. 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. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. E.
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