. ” “Why do you think so?” she asked. . . So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. ‘You do not say, “I am a gentleman born. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly cheerful, and moderately amiable. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. While the watermen were contending with the eddies occasioned by the fall below the bridge, Jonathan observed a perceptible shudder run through Trenchard's frame. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer.
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