" The spinsters had no counter-philosophy to offer; so they turned to Ruth, who had singularly and unconsciously invested herself with glamour, the glamour of adventure, which the old maids did not recognize as such because they were only tourists. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. She had never thought of him at all in that way before. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. ’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. Something tells me I am rushing on greater danger. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. While the carpenter irresolutely quitted the room, with a strong presentiment of ill upon his mind, a light quick step was heard descending the stairs, and before he could call out to prevent it, a man was admitted into the passage.
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