He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. . So I dare say I was christened Jack. " A deep indignant groan followed. Sir John gave his order, deliberately stumbling now and then over a word, and anglicizing others. "You want him?" "Please!" said Ruth. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment.
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