"What will you do?" asked Thames. Sheppard, with a look, the wildness of which greatly alarmed her companion. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling.
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