As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and
addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his
own face. But, when? When do they go?’
‘Today, miss. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind. . "
"And have my escapes really made so much noise as to reach the ear of royalty?"
mused Jack. Wood
dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion,
essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper
to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as
we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted
the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he
had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. ‘That is good. Paul's, hanging like a black cloud in the air; and nearer to him he remarked the
golden ball on the summit of the College of Physicians, compared by Garth to a
"gilded pill. This
wedge of silver," pointing to another, "which would mend a coffee-pot, serves to
stop up a breach made by Will Colthurst, who robbed Mr. ”
“Right!” he answered. “Annabel Pellissier is known to
most of us. Suddenly she understood. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and
dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low
forehead.
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