He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. Poor Ruth: for a father, a madman; for a husband—a thief! Spurlock rocked his body slightly. By Jasus! he's about to spake to us.
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