Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. Quite right. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. “Thank you, ma’am. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. I had two offers of marriage from men I liked very much indeed, but it never occurred to me to listen to either of them. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. It’s for you to say if I may sit on it. His brain reeled.
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