" "You say that the miniature was abstracted from Lady Trafford's jewel-box," said Jonathan, in a loud voice. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. "He will live," answered Ruth. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. No, let us dine here, and then go and have our coffee on the boulevards. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk, unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse.
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