‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. "Oho!" he said. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. Just as he was preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words.
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