‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. “A volatile temperament—yes, a volatile temperament,” Mr. “I want you so much, Lucy. “But that’s quite different,” replied Anna. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Mrs. Are you now satisfied?" "No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts.
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