" Ruth turned back toward the stairs. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. "He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. Are you prepared to do it?” Her hands clenched. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us.
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