On the other a wretched engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he
was styled in the label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a
suspicion that the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture
of Jacobitism. For a few minutes all was silent. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the
least conception, no more than a child. ‘I only
wish I might have won her confidence. She touched it, and her gaze
lifted. It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. With this view, he descended the hill and presently found a
footpath leading to the church. A few
minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the
Square, drove to Anna’s flat. And talking of every conceivable thing. ‘Something for you, Lucy?’ he asked, interrupting a heated argument that had
obviously been in progress for some little time before their arrival. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn
object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame.
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