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"At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by
whom he was brought up. "
"I don't know," said the doctor, dubiously. "
The spinsters had no counter-philosophy to offer; so they turned to Ruth, who
had singularly and unconsciously invested herself with glamour, the glamour of
adventure, which the old maids did not recognize as such because they were only
tourists. "
"Are you sure of that," inquired Jackson. "
"I'll tell you really why I keep her in peeled paint. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or
timorously or sentimentally. "
With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of
reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to
lessen the possibility of a break. "I suppose it didn't
drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's flesh and blood?" asked
he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain. "
"Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm," rejoined Jackson. I can’t imagine
Londoners—particularly interested in me. ToC
Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons of
whom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room. Ed. ”
“In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered. "I am as God made me.
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