’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. . The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. ” There was a shout of laughter.
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