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’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. The lad hesitated. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. “In self-defence I had to,” she answered. He's passed through some rough mental torture. He looked fiercely and inquiringly from one to the other of his companions; but, though both of them were excessively frightened, neither appeared guilty. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security.
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