He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. " "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick.
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