He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. " "Do not doubt me," replied Thames, warmly pressing his hand. “We parted— that night the best of friends. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. ’ Gerald grinned. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell.
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