‘You do not dare look in my clothes. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. "You must be a cleverer lad than
even I take you for, if you get out of this place. dear. "
"That's easily said. ”
“Forget WHAT?”
“And I said I wouldn’t. In
a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. “Listen to me. . I am five-and-thirty, and I have
knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life.
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