Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone,
to Enschede's drooping back. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was,
perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the
desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. In Paris, in July,
a raging mob had stormed the Bastille, provoking circumspect aristocrats to
uproot themselves and take refuge abroad. She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. She was a large, resilient girl, with
a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty
contralto voice. "Come up by the packet?"
"No; came up with The Tigress. She went into shock.
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