"Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. While the carpenter irresolutely quitted the room, with a strong presentiment of ill upon his mind, a light quick step was heard descending the stairs, and before he could call out to prevent it, a man was admitted into the passage. ’ Melusine withdrew her hand. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. I want to make you feel that here is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow.
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