’ So pat, thought Gerald. I had no curiosity of that kind. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. ’ ‘Dear me. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. He uttered a short laugh. Love … to take her in his arms and to comfort her: and then to add to her cup of bitterness the knowledge that her husband was a thief! For himself he did not care; God could continue to grind and pulverize him; but to add another grain to the evil he had already wrought upon Ruth was unthinkable. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. He had remarkably skilful fingers and a love of detailed processes, and he had become one of the most dexterous amateur makers of rock sections in the world. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity of despair.
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