No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. That was life. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern.
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