There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the
pitiful understand. "
"Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some
highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. I am up to the ears in it all—
every moment I can spare. Listen, it is I. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. ‘I told you I could
handle her. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's
better than the cold stones and open streets. After I
took the bills it was too late to turn back. ’
Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own
tone light. This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter.
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