" So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. “I cannot part with you. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. It makes no difference. The satisfaction of cheating Death again.
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