Ruth shivered; she was cold. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood. What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. Drummond,” he continued, looking across at his vis-à-vis, “we look to you to give expression to our sentiments.
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