This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. “This is Mr. .
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