“Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. Your reputation for hospitality would remain under a cloud though, for tea was distinctly mentioned. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. ‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. McClintock does it; and he knows why. But it was her proof.
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