Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. His expression became pained. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Afterwards, it may be different. “I expected you this morning,” he said. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself. His attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that first occasion at Remenham House. They even talked about friendship.
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