He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him. There,
hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red
canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach
below the knee. "Close the court, Mr. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is
capable of. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the
ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Wood mentions?"
inquired Jackson, as soon as the clatter that succeeded Mr. Ruth returned to the table. He had heard this talk before. "I leave this bowl for you," he cried, returning it to the landlord untasted. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. So Ruth found that for a
while her eyes were free. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate.
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