" "As many as you please, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, resuming his seat. ” She seemed unmoved, but she did not look at him. I’m not a lovesick boy. " At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. " "Yes, there was one," observed Ireton. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. She approached Ruth with open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace hurt the older woman to the point of tears.
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