" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse,"
generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. Mr. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. He was
scarcely concealed when he heard the horsemen, who perceived they had
overshot their mark, ride back. She had a bittersweet
fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Brendon. I hope
you won’t mind if I say first that I think it does me an extraordinary honor that
you should think of any one like myself so highly and seriously, and, secondly,
that I wish it had not been written. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. "Go and take your plunge while I attend to breakfast. ‘But that is easy. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me. Don't suppose," she
added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the
compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you.
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