Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. A strong arm pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her senses reeling. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. But there was a face pressed to the glass. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. . Sheppard repressed the scream that rose to her lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at the heavy figure of the thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemed dilated to twice its natural size, and appeared almost to block up the window.
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