"This is best," said Ruth, deliberately; and before Rose knew it she had seized her two hands, and unclasping them from behind her, drew them to her own breast.
"Now," she said, holding them tightly, "who is the stronger, you or I?" She looked pleasantly down at the tear-stained face so close to hers.
"O God!" breathed the girl, her storm-beaten eyes held by the power of her captor's calmness.
"Now we are friends," said Ruth, softly, "shall we sit down and talk?"
Still holding the slender hands, she drew up a chair, and seating the frail girl in the armchair, sat down beside her.
"Oh, wait!" whispered Rose; "let me tell you everything before you make me live again."
"I know everything; and truly, Rose, nothing you can say could make me wish to befriend you less."
"How nobly, how kindly he must have told you!"
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At certain seasons they catch also, in “corrales,”
lacked in art, he supplied by shamelessness; and nowhere
round face admiring. “I’m almost believing you myself.
tears were dry, or lingered only to glisten amid the happy
damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
She sat on alone by the loch for a little while after the
She left the sentence unfinished and went on in a new and
Mina, and she wasn’t altogether certain what might happen.
He paused for a moment, hoping to be able to lower the
changed tactics. “Would you be wanting Mac Cailein Mor
the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
a braw spell on them all, causing their legs to buckle