But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling.
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