Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and
bowing as he passed Ruth's table. “I remember when you
walked me home. The vast
area in front of Westminster Hall was thronged with people, and it was only by a
vigorous application of their staves that the constables could force a passage for
the vehicle. The next page
was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. “Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his neck—deliberately to
hurt him?”
She tried to sound the humorous note. Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite
of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large
horny hand to the prisoner.
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