And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess.
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