Ruth hugged the envelope and McClintock, with the end of a burnt match, drew a cabalistic sign. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct. Night and day have been alike to me.
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