It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. "Many thanks, Sir," replied Thornhill, with freezing politeness; "but Id not require assistance. I never ran away from anywhere with anybody anywhen. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. “What can you do?” she asked. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. I love some one else. We must always move on. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire.
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