The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. His face fell. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. And by monsieur le baron, of a disposition entirely unforgiving, I do not desire to be recognised in the least. ’ Lucilla sat up.
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