Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. A neat tale, giving little away. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. Get it off your soul. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. Putting his own construction upon this mute interchange of opinions, Jonathan ventured to observe, that it certainly was a very perplexing case, but that he thought something might be made of it, and, if left to him, he would undertake to manage the matter to the Master's entire satisfaction. Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph. Eric Vorsack still toiled at work. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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