"Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily. Wrenched from their holds, the iron palisades in front of the thief-taker's dwelling were used as weapons to burst open the door. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. "I am your most unhappy son. All we do is for your good. Wood was once a favourite of yours. A dreamy sense of content crept over him.
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