"Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business! Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand the brunt for his own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. " "Give you the best I have in either case," replied Figg. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior.
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