" The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger, put it very coolly in his pocket. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain.
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