"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. There would be no mercy in this man. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Ruth loved him. His face darkened. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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