” She looked around for the voice around the Orchestra room, fumbling around with her books. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. He has had the whole country searched; but hitherto without success. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. " "Who is he?" asked Thames impatiently. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. She needed to protect the baby. —Strype's Stow.
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