He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. ” He beamed upon her. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. CHAPTER XIV Ruth lost the point entirely. “My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house.
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