" "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. “There isn’t any way you could be worse than John. He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack.
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