Section 1. "I won't trouble you further, Jack," he remarked. At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. He knocked at the door. But he has never been near her—never. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know to whom I am indebted for this important service. Charvill’s fury was burning out. Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard.
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