CHAPTER XV. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. ’ ‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. ‘But I have told you. "A little, Sir," replied the executioner, with a grim smile. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. I didn’t get it, why she put on the innocent act.
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