He did not love Ruth. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily
legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the
letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people
nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. Like a petulant child he snapped. Too skilled to advertise their presence by a show of
arms and men. I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my
feet. You are nothing of the sort. "
"I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly,
"but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. "Another such attempt," said the latter, "and you are a dead man. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. "
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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