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Well, I don't blame you on that ground. ‘But on the off chance—slim, I grant you
—that there is a spy down there, I don’t want to miss the fun. You yourself supplied the details. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would
always keep hidden from her, at least human love. About nine o'clock, an
immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of
the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here
beside me. ”
“It is a conspiracy,” she exclaimed. Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Come now, I am very glad
to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women
and note the hang of their skirts. Do you want me, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of
rapture.
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