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"Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense
blunderbuss at him. Fortescue in the drawing-room, and
actually shake hands with him in an entirely hopeless manner and hope
everything would turn out for the best. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!"
Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always
on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. ‘I disgust you, eh? Very well, then. A curious silence ensued. But
take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her;
"it's choice canary, and'll do you good. ”
She smiled at him cheerfully. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot. Mr. Jackson, to the swig. “We’re going to be found out someday. Those whom he retained about his person, or placed in offices of trust, were for
the most part convicted felons, who, having returned from transportation before
their term had expired, constituted, in his opinion, the safest agents, inasmuch as
they could neither be legal evidences against him, nor withhold any portion of
the spoil of which he chose to deprive them. ’ He sighed. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and
half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle,
the horrible countenance of the thief-taker.
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