"
"Who is he?" asked Thames impatiently. These were so
outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of
sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself. He
whispered in her ear. I feel at moments as though I could bolt
for it. That was an
admission all right. Make haste!"
Ruth hurried off to her own room. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. Perhaps I've been mad all
these years; I don't know. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. "It is time!"
"For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes.
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