Kneebone nodded. Perhaps in two or three weeks. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Then I saw Mrs. ’ Joan sniffed. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence.
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