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“Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in his bedroom. 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. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. How easily an evil thought could penetrate a normally decent mind! All he had to do was to disclose Spurlock's destination, and in a few months Ruth would be free. She doubted if Manning would even listen to that. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation.
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