" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "I have," replied Wild; "and nothing but the evidence of my senses would have made me believe he was living, after the positive assurance I received to the contrary. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. ” Mr. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. "And now, Sir," he said, preparing to take his departure, "will you add to the obligation already conferred by informing me where I can meet with Mr. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. ‘When I thought to make them sympathique for me, with a little tear, you understand, and some tricks feminine of this kind—’ ‘Feminine tricks, too?’ cut in Gerald admiringly, controlling a quivering lip.
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