As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. But, this sad affair disposed of, I will not rest till I have avenged my murdered parents. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. But I trusted to that ring of yours. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. . You will go to London?” “It is necessary,” she answered. ” Anna’s eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the laugh she attempted was not altogether a success.
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