‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. ’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. " "Never let the unknown edge in upon your courage. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. She was consumed by misery and hate. I do not wish that the soldiers there will see it shine. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. But not today. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically.
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