He had hurt her. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. She thought
her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident. It doesn’t seem to matter. “Would they make her Queen?” She asked innocently. "Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. Then, one night, he glanced
up to behold Ruth and Rollo in the doorway. She was supposed to be reading at home,
and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a
position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage
of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden
appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of
Mar. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases,
tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he was startled by a noise at
the door, and heard his own name pronounced in no friendly accents. If not, I'll take a cheerful glass with you at the City of Oxford, on my way to
Tyburn.
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