Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. Annabel had been here then. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. "But it won't do. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Saviours's stairs," answered Jonathan. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. "Well, Mr. By and by she heard the screen door. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load.
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