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I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve
treated me so well. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?"
"Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. There was Major Price—you must
recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at
that very gate. You have nothing more to fear from Wild. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless
tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. . On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the
iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. For
he come after her, did Mr Charvill. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner
was placed. So, forthwith, without any preliminaries beyond introductions, he began the
ceremony; and shortly Ruth Enschede became Ruth Spurlock, for better or for
worse. And you’d better
have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. ’
Fresh suspicion kindled in his breast. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and,
claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following
DRINKING SONG. There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of
hunger.
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