“You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. You have no grasp upon the essential facts of life (I pray God you never may), and in your rash ignorance you are prepared to dash into positions that may end in lifelong regret. I made it a point to bring beachcombers to the house to fill her with horror of mankind. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. I expect you had been snubbing him terribly. He brought home her first “meal”, a man who he 77 claimed was a highwayman who had raped several women and was destined for the hangman’s noose. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. Indeed, it is rather a matter of whose death is close. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. It had been a very long time. “Let me know the truth. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Please yourself. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers.
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