Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it
concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had
been interested. A little
within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal
strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. “Ciao. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but
jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find
them. Why? What is she to you?”
“I was there by accident,” Ennison answered. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one
side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words
warmed her cheek. It has been purchased by blood!"
"What! have you cut old Wood's throat?" asked Wild, with great unconcern, as
he took up the bag. ”
She stood up and held her arms toward him. You
are—horrible. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. Presently he
became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him
in fancy as well as in reality. The other individual, who was a
little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. “I do mean that,” she declared.
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