It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. . You must keep out of the way till it's blown over. I could never make you understand. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired.
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