About this time,—namely, in November, 1703—
while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he
received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which,
at once, destroyed his hopes. "My name is Ruth
Enschede. But, if I were in your place, I know what I'd do—"
"What—what would you do?" asked Hogarth, eagerly. Clientèle was of the most
transitory character. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. With your permission, I will go on in my own way. "
"Why, what'll you do?" demanded the turnkey. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. "Don't touch
me. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been
taken out of the air she breathed. It would not be
wise to ever see your family again if you do not wish them
to come to harm.
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