Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. She found presently she was out of the dock and confronted with the alternative of being bound over in one surety for the sum of forty pounds— whatever that might mean or a month’s imprisonment. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. This ice was used for refrigerator purposes and for McClintock's evening peg. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. White,” she remarked. .
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