Not entirely. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment. Montressor’s guests. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. "Is it wrong, then, to surrender to good impulses?" "In the present instance, yes. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. But you—you have a good face.
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