"To be sure," returned Wild; "he's not only alive, but likely for life, if we don't clip the thread. The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Mike chimed in. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant.
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