Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. " In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords.
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