Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. I trust that she will not misunderstand me. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. She told you —the truth. The blue jaws suggested courage and tenacity. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. " "Done!" cried the old sailor. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. Here he was preparing to leap over the hedge into the fields on the left, when he was intercepted by two horsemen, who, hearing the shouts, rode up and struck at him with the butt-ends of their heavy riding-whips.
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