It’s artificially chance. Kneebone took his leave. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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