Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled
her with a crack. So, adroitly and
patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here,
another there, until he had quite a substantial array. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. “Pump,
pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. You are yet a child; and though
you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you
thence. I
overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he spoke in
slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with the thieves'
lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. “Can you take any from me?”
“No, I won’t do that. “Why should it matter?” he said. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. . ’
Mrs Sindlesham’s alert glance found his. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining
fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the
boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic
situation and planning a course of action. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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