" For some reason she did not then understand, Ruth did not offer the information that Taber had another name. "You are my prisoner. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. She had agonized over it for weeks. " "Oh. . But at the word “home” she turned again. I’m fine. . Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. I let him take me to the English Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly.
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