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She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. . There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. ” He paused for a time. I went at last when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent. Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again. She did not therefore reveal to him that he had guaged her with accuracy.
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