shouldn’t be
friends. "
"Oh, no!" Ruth protested. ”
She shook her head. "You two will have this island by the ears," he said, wiping his eyes. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and
goings, was for a moment absent. The door was too strong,
and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he
could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. Sheppard, horror-stricken. ”
She shook her head. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to
say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. She observed a
man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. Sepulchre's bell is for ever ringing in my ears—oh!"
"If that's the case," observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like to have such a
frightful picture constantly in view as that over the chimney-piece. It
would be downright cruel to disillusion her. "
"Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard.
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