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"You want him?"
"Please!" said Ruth. They were now both in a
state of unprecedented physical fitness. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that
they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their
keys at home. Her mind went on generalizing. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost
as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no
discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of
his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. He bent to her hand, and she slipped off the ring and gave it to him to examine. She too had seen. I have a good memory, you perceive, Sir Rowland. Knock on the partition if you want anything
during the might. Their
minds are turned against him. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. .
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