At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. "He will live," answered Ruth.
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