A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. “I have the right to be here. In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her. " "No," said Ruth, pulling back. " "He then," continued the woollen-draper, "is no longer considered—" "How, Sir?" cried Thames, advancing, "what is the meaning of your reference to my name? Have you dared to insult this lady? If so—" "Insult her!" replied Kneebone, rising, and endeavouring to hide his embarrassment under a look of defiance. He donned his winter coat.
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