" "I have a question to propose to you," said Trenchard, "relating to—" and he hesitated. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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