“I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. She hastened past. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. ” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. He kissed her fingers and grinned. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned.
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