"It's Jonathan Wild come back with a troop of constables at his heels, to search the house," rejoined Mrs. The next moment he was by her side. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. Bah. Trust you. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed.
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