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He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?" "I do—I do!" cried Winifred. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. She prevaricated. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. "One of you fly to the market," returned Jonathan; "another to the river; a third to the New Mint. "What has happened?" Ruth asked.
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