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The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. "In with him!"
"Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. A piece of old blanket was
fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of
the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. "Aha!" exclaimed Jackson. But, if you have any particular fancy for hanging the gentleman, who chose to
take the law into his own hands—and I think your motive extremely
disinterested and praiseworthy—why, it's just possible, if you make it worth my
while, that your desires may be gratified. ’
‘Don’t you believe it.
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