. CHAPTER XII. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. It made her hungry. ’ ‘Pah! One little kiss, voilá tout. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. Howsomdever, if you should reach t'other side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enough to venter back again. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. Very good. Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss.
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