His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. She remained on guard. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. ” She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright contagious hopefulness.
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