"I must tell you," she was saying. Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. “Has he accused any one yet?” “Not yet,” he answered. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof.
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