She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. But I waited in vain. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never take in promiscuous travellers. “I never dreamt!” she said. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. Your second turn is not over, is it?” She laughed a little hardly. She took his hand in hers. " In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords.
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