I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. Wood at Dollis Hill, was assaulted and half-killed by a party of ruffians, headed, he swore, by Mr. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. ’ ‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully.
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