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He counted out the change, and Dicky who was not old enough yet to do sums pretended to find it correct. But he was old enough to have acquired charming manners, and after thanking the drug-seller, gave the girl quite a grown-up little bow as he passed out. She would have followed, but the man said, "Stay a moment. What's your name?" "Ruth Josselin." "Age?" "I was sixteen last month."
He tol' me run, get out sedan-chair an' fetch Mis' Josselin along; fetch her back soon as she likes. Chairmen at de door dis moment, waitin'. I mak' 'em run." Ruth stood up. Her hand went to the edge of her bodice open below the throat. "Must I?" she asked, turning from Manasseh to Miss Quiney. Her voice was tense. "I I think so, dear," Miss Quiney answered after a pause.
Her daughter and our Collector being cousins eh? At any rate, that's her first thought; to bring the girl woman, if you prefer it over and renew acquaintance with the heir. Must be excused if I misjudge her. Set it down to zeal for you, Miss Josselin." "Willingly, Mr. Silk if your zeal for me did not outrun my understanding." "Yet you're clever.
For eighteen months he, the master of this demesne, had not set foot within its front gate; not once since the day when on a sudden resolution he had installed Ruth Josselin here, under ward of Miss Quiney, to be visited and instructed in theology, the arts, and the sciences, by such teachers as that unparagoned spinster might, with his approval, select.
It is my intention that we should join Bambro', and so be in such strength that we may throw ourselves upon Josselin, and by taking it become the masters of all mid-Brittany, and able to make head against the Frenchmen in the south." "Indeed I think that you can do no better," said Percy heartily, "and I swear to you on jeopardy of my soul that I will stand by you in the matter!
She was, in fact, desperately telling herself that if she attempted to lift a full glass, her shaking hand would betray her. "Yo' Honah Mis' Josselin!" Mr. Langton had caught the sound of Manasseh's footfall in the corridor without, and was on the alert before the girl entered. But at sight of her in the doorway he fell back for a moment.
"Our host permits me. . . . Then I give you 'Miss Josselin!" Acclamations drowned his voice here, and the men sprang up, waving their glasses. Sir Oliver stood with the rest. "Miss Josselin! Miss Josselin!" they shouted, and drank what their unsteady hands left unspilt. Langton waited, his full glass half upraised.
"Miss Josselin," he repeated very deliberately on the tail of the uproar, "who honours this occasion as Sir Oliver's ward." For about five seconds an awkward silence held the company. Their fuddled memories retained scraps of gossip concerning Ruth, her history and destiny gossip scandalous in the main. One or two glanced at the Collector, who had resumed his seat and his scowl.
Her first impulse was to draw it over her face, and her hand went up; but she desisted in pride, and rode by her old enemy with a calm face. They passed one another, and she believed that he had not recognised her; but after a few paces she heard him check his horse. "Hi, madam!" She halted, and he came slowly back. "You are Ruth Josselin," he said. "I am, sir." "And what are you doing here?"
"To the last degree, Miss Josselin," Mr. Hanmer agreed eagerly. "To the last degree within the right military rules. Fighting a ship's an art, you see." It seemed that she did not hear him. "It runs in the blood," she said. She was thinking, fearfully yet exultantly, of this wonderful power of women, for whose sake cowards will behave as heroes and heroes turn to cowards.
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