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Hark ye, Blueskin," continued
he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with
great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in
your ear. "
"But a man may love his wife!" cried Spurlock, utterly bewildered. When the paroxysm passed,
he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. Your mother, for what it’s worth to
you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for
Nicholas. "I don't see how
you do it, Hoddy. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth
was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. ‘You said it. At present the world
waits for that writer, and the confused record of the newspapers remains the only
resource of the curious. She had been fighting down this thought for
days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a
vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done—
married a girl who was not his equal in anything. She further suspected that he
might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he
had not already. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath. Down on your
marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you
from the gallows. But her request was unheeded.
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