One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. "Your son," answered the boy. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. ‘A word, if you please, my friend.
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