Ruth did not reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. After debating with himself whether he should further seek an interview, which, though, now in his power, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he decided in the negative; and contenting himself with writing upon a slip of paper the hasty words,—"You are known by the villagers,—be upon your guard,"—he gave it to the ostler, with instructions to deliver it instantly to the owner of the horse he pointed out, and pursued his course. Squire and master. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. "Hush!—come hither, and I'll tell you. There it is—against you. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house.
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