” “The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. Her heart ached; and that puzzled her. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened. . That was the only sound he heard. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. To Capes he was almost deferential, and she had never seen him deferential in the old time, never. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed.
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