She leaned forward in her chair, as if
petrified in fear by the scary story. "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. No, no! Not
now!"
Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda
steps, and vanished within. Kneebone's
door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not
detain me five minutes. . "O God!" he
exclaimed, "I am severely punished. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. Try something. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads
blown off. “Well?”
“I don’t care a rap for all these things. ” She shook her
head, snapping out of her reverie. He's the only
native I trust in these parts. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes.
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