Hogarth, and Mr. ’ Such simple faith touched Gerald. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. “How did you find me?” He asked. Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. London Bridge had suffered a degree less than most places. Not since she had discovered it had Ruth touched or opened the mission Bible; but to-night (the same upon which the wonderful manuscripts started on their long and circuitous voyage to America) she was inexplicably drawn to it. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably.
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