CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. Just one thing more. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. " "Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack. I can’t even make myself care.
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