“I do not blame him. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. Your history, your actions, nay, your very thoughts are better known to me than to your spiritual adviser. ‘How did you get in? The house is all locked up. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle.
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