For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. ’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. In the struggle, Mrs. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. ’ A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat.
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