He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. "It's scarcely necessary," replied Wild; "however, if you require it, certainly. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far. By instinct. In spite of all this, he grew daily better and stronger, and his spirits revived. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, he was half a head taller, and much more robustly formed. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. He had one son, who had been co-educated, and three daughters with peculiarly jolly red hair that Ann Veronica found adorable. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands. "The men. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them.
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