“What’s that for?” He said. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. " "I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. Jonathan had not deceived him.
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