They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. ” She smiled at him. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. ‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town.
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