Together they crept through the erstwhile
drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. "Miss Thornhill's a
charming girl. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an
undefined sense of approaching danger. I hate what I have to do to survive. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently
by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness
as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. See paragraph 1. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I
have made you this morning. But I’m generously
ignorant of gems. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. He
spoke in quick nervous sentences. "
As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a
lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his
shoulder.
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