Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch. Come along home, Ruth. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards. Earles with composure into the inner room. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady.
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