‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. " "That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. It is a very good English name, no? But who is she?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, I should say,’ said Mrs Ibstock, correcting herself. “You must tell me the truth, and I will see that no harm comes to you. They fell into step again. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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