. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. Mrs. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. “Hey, John. Ruth will be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent.
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