" The stranger said nothing, but hastily brushed away a tear. The perception of him flooded her being. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. For she needed him. His age was not far from fifty. “Her husband was a county councillor, and she has a niece who comes to see her in a carriage. A vast relief filled Spurlock's heart as he decided to tell this man everything which related to Ruth. The chapel was crowded to excess. It was fastened inside. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. " In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards.
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