'" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. He turned to Mrs.
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