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“The man who was found dead in your sister’s room was named Hill?” “It is the man,” she answered. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated before the election, at any rate.
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