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I worship you. "
"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford
——"
Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians
of the night. "You are Ruth?"
"Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. "
"Tell it. A white man takes his life in his hands. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another
matter altogether. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. "That's not an easy question to answer," rejoined Blueskin. "
"Ay, and there's my liver. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of
imprisonment.
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