Her heart swelled to
suffocation. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the
companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Which is the nearest way
to the river?"
"Why, it's an awkward road to direct you," returned Jonathan. He would be so disappointed. He suspected a trap. What do you think of the old tub?"
"She's wonderful!" cried Ruth. Some
day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there
won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or
perish. Then he stepped
briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. Not alone with her, that’s sure. Norris. To-morrow night
—or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure
him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and,
then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. "Fifty now and fifty when I return. “Where am I?” he muttered. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked
with sudden heat. "I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily.
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