" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse,"
generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes
wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil,
she fell asleep. At this moment, a coach passed them, and was instantly hailed by Thames. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face,
and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a
sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not
recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind,
the word “meretricious. "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. "Troth, and so did you," returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belave it. ”
Tears flowed down her face. "
"Alice in Wonderland!" cried Prudence, perhaps a little enviously. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and
thoughtfully. As a matter of fact, I had never
spoken to him before in my life.
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