That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed on the occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in the Condemned Pew. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. ” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief.
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