" "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. "No matter how much I tell of myself, I shall always keep something back. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. No prisoner except Edgeworth Bess was placed in the same cell with him. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason.
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