CHAPTER VI Sidney Carton, thought Ruth, in pursuit of a sing-song girl! The idea was so incongruous that a cold little smile parted her lips. I really must leave you now. A neat tale, giving little away. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. ‘Assuredly it is locked up.
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