“I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my
wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. I could tell it was Italian, you see. She speedily reached
her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. “John, you were never
bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. He told her something about
music, the great world outside. From then on he was Ruth's dog. Lucy’s cool. I did not lay any traps for her. She glanced into his face. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have
helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. Wood, in
his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. "
"What a life!"
"No worse than yours. Attracted by the odour of
the latter dainty, a hungry cat had contrived to scratch open the paper in which it
was wrapped, displaying the following words in large characters:—"THE
HISTORY OF THE FOUR KINGS, OR CHILD'S BEST GUIDE TO THE
GALLOWS.
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