If only Gerald would come. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. It is the vapouring school girl. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. Come and have lunch with me.
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