” They hesitated. “I say!” he said, without any movement. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. Their conversation became stilted. Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn the cause. "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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