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’ Lucilla let out a peal of laughter. My trouble is with your sister. . . " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. The money will last longer, and—it won’t bother you. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge.
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