No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. " "I promise to ask no more. He was apt to play so many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. Ever and again Capes appealed to Ann Veronica. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible.
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