" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. Nice lady. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. . She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh. Her thoughts took words for themselves. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked.
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