"Never! Nonsense, Ruthie; it is only six miles off; you may see it any day. It is not an hour's ride."
"Perhaps I may see it again when I am grown old; I did not think exactly what 'never' meant; it is so very long since I was there, and I don't see any chance of my going for years and years at any rate."
"Why, Ruth, you--we may go next Sunday afternoon, if you like."
She looked up at him with a lovely light of pleasure in her face at the idea. "How, sir? Can I walk it between afternoon-service and the time Mrs. Mason comes home? I would go for only one glimpse; but if I could get into the house--oh, sir! if I could just see mamma's room again!"
He was revolving plans in his head for giving her this pleasure, and he had also his own in view. If they went in any of his carriages, the loitering charm of the walk would be lost; and they must, to a certain degree, be encumbered by, and exposed to the notice of servants.
"Are you a good walker, Ruth? Do you think you can manage six miles? If we set off at two o'clock, we shall be there by four, without hurrying; or say half-past four. Then we might stay two hours, and you could show me all the old walks and old places you love, and we could still come leisurely home. Oh, it's all arranged directly!"
"But do you think it would be right, sir? It seems as if it would be such a great pleasure, that it must be in some way wrong."
"Why, you little goose, what can be wrong in it?"
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could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
is pleased to term me an 'offender'; and this was the only
sin of omission, he has to answer for those sins of commission
not strive to monopolize everything, and add greatness
was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
was the applause, clapping of hands, thumping of canes,
them has this moral ground, namely, it is their aroused
he had applauded several good points made by his rival.
about the premises by night. He came and went as he saw
felt the responsibility of his position and meant to be
and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
valuation ideally shrivelling and lowering his rank. The