“One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. "And so you've given up all hope of escaping, eh, Jack?" remarked Hogarth. ” “I am afraid,” she murmured, “that it would be difficult. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. You are too kind. " "Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?" exclaimed the carpenter. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. “Cheveney!” she repeated.
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