It filled her with indefinable fear. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. But behind these things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know nothing. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. She was silent. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. I ought to have gone long ago. “I wonder which of us enjoys that most,” said Capes—“does he, or do we?” “He seems to get a zest—” “He does it and forgets it. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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