Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. Shortly a man descended laboriously. “Of course!” he said. “Non. ” He shook his head. “I say!” he cried. Kneebone, having been alarmed by something in the widow's look before her feelings found vent in the manner above described, thrust his hand instinctively into his coat in search of his pocket-book,—about the security of which, as it contained several letters and documents implicating himself and others in the Jacobite plot, he was, not unnaturally, solicitous,—and finding it gone, he felt certain he had been robbed. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. " Lady Trafford sighed deeply. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. Ruth loved him. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again.
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