“Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. So there is no escape. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. The affair was thick with sinister suggestions. Supposing I made up my mind to marry some one of good enough family, but who was in a somewhat doubtful position, concerning whose antecedents, in fact there was a certain amount of scandal. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. They're on the forward lounge in the saloon.
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