I shall never come back. "Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. Her fingers rested upon his. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat.
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