‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’
‘I blame myself. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love
stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother
might have cuddled a child. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and
commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it
was striking. Mr. She and Courtlaw drove
homewards together. Ruth did not consider it necessary, however, to add that she had not notified this
aunt of her coming, that she did not know whether the aunt still resided in
Hartford or was underground. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’
grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. ”
She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained for a
long time in silence.
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