” “Perhaps you don’t. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. Not very long, if you want to get well. And how much I owe you, too, dearest Winifred, for your kindness and attention. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in Marylebone. Naturally it all came out then. “It is in your hands from now on, Shar. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. “Do you know why they are estranged?” Lucy asked.
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