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There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. ‘How did you know that Mary was his daughter?’ Gerald hesitated. Ruth shivered; she was cold. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. "Has any one been here?" he asked. Blest with a fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, you have never been assailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed me. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell— am detained here by Jonathan Wild.
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