"And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the
carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing
plans for me, formulating his revenge. She was surprised at his
modesty. He remembered that, before he
attempted to dislodge the stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier,
which the granite mass had been intended to fill. See? Nothing really. . She drifted northward
from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. His literary
instincts began to stir. . ”
“Do you think that it was wise of you, or kind to come?” she asked quietly. It
was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in
another human being, and she suspected he did truly
believe her. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his
shoulder. They took her fingerprints sitting at
the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young
buck who had brought her in.
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