" "There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. “How so?” “I should have shared these things with you earlier, my sweet heart. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. ’ With an air of real interest, he asked, ‘I suppose you did not dig a tunnel or fly in by balloon?’ The lady gazed at him blankly. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. He introduced her as his \"friend\" Lucy. It was 1582.
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