Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. His first inquiries were concerning the child, and he was delighted to find that it still lived and was doing well. And yet, on the very site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour. That he was hot and breathless was of no matter; in that moment he would have faced a dozen Samsons. He said nothing. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses.
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