Well, it had to happen somewhen. A pig, yes, a little. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disenchantment. " "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise.
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