Jackson. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem. "You've perjured yourself. But with returning breath came returning vociferations; and the carpenter, with a faint hope of lessening the clamour by change of scene, took up his lantern, opened the door, and walked out.
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