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It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. Wood, furiously. “Muck-headed moral ass! I ought to have done anything. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. If not, I'll take a cheerful glass with you at the City of Oxford, on my way to Tyburn. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard.
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