Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go.
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