Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. You must keep out of the way till it's blown over. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. Everything was blurred. "
The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her
life to tingle them into action. The pair then
descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over
the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted
Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door.
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