It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. ‘To see Charvill. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. Ennison’s acquaintance. "I hope not. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. Twenty-one, twenty-two. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. The report of his detention caused an immense sensation. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate.
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