Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. "You read it, Ruth. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself.
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