She glanced into his face. “Who will you stop with?” “I shall go on my own. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. But, when he got to the door with this intention, he became ashamed of his fears; and feeling convinced that Jack —bad as he might be—was not capable of such atrocious conduct as to plunder his benefactor twice, he contented himself with looking to the priming of his pistols, and placing them near him, to be ready in case of need, he threw himself on the bed and speedily fell asleep. " Ruth turned back toward the stairs. . Little more’n a week. That is so awful.
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