“It really is not necessary. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. Montressor’s guests. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. We have met before. Then pain entered their depths.
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