Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. "What's the matter?" repeated Mrs. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. Fritz flailed against his mother wildly, crying generous tears. Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. You have betrayed me. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul.
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