He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. ” “Some little tiff?” “No; but I don’t think I shall see them. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. ” At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of triumph and concern. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so.
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