“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. Hoped you'd not be retaken. ‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. She ignored it until it repeated itself. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed.
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