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That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. ” Lucy spat. —'They have,' says he. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. Capes spoke casually of their plans for work. He was speedily disarmed; and the rope and gag being found upon him, were exultingly turned against him by his conqueror, who, after pinioning his arms tightly behind his back, forced open his mouth with the iron, and effectually prevented the utterance of any further outcries. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers.
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