" "Cannot?" echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. Nothing seemed to be amiss. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears.
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