"There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. " The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase. " And he pointed significantly to the hand. Spurlock bent his head to the rail.
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