" "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. " Ruth repeated the word, not in the effect of a query, but ruminantly. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting.
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