Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. He embraced her fully. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. Then blackness. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. The period of repression was over. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. But it is not your name. "An oath weighs little with me, compared with your safety.
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