"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. "Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald.
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