"I have," replied Jonathan. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. My thanks, by the by. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. He must be a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him.
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