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The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. ’ Gosse blinked. " "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. " "A Chinaman. Well aware that the doors in this passage were much stronger than those in the entry he had just quitted he was neither surprised nor dismayed to find it fastened by a lock of unusual size. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready. You care for me just a little, I know.
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