The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace.
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