God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me
relentlessly. “One
can’t tell. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering
was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know. I'll leave these out,
and to-morrow you can read them through. It may be a long string, long enough
if you like to tangle up all sorts of people; but there it is! If the paymaster pulls,
home she must go. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting
to be put aside. I took him out of the hands of death. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw
there strange things. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. There was a recurrence of fever, but
nothing alarming.
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