"If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a right pelter. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. I wonder if she has any idea how oddly beautiful she is?" Ruth at that precise moment was engaged by a relative wonder. “It’s magnificent!” He leaned back and regarded her with his head a little on one side. . But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered.
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