‘Oh, peste. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. The packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at Jonathan Wild's.
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