Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. Wood, who looks after her comforts, and visits her constantly. Such revelations she hoped would be considered out of place and inappropriate.
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