She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like a knife. "It's like enough, I dare say," rejoined Sheppard. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. “Must be hard to find a decent violin teacher these days. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. “Tut, tut!” he said. Bordered by fine timber, the road occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect.
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