Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof. Sheppard, faintly. I must go to work again. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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