This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. "You open it, Ruth. . They were those of the Irish watchman. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream.
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