RUTH held her breath and listened. She heard the door open, and footsteps in the little passage. Then her natural courage aroused itself, and lifting the posset-cup from the coals, she left it on the warm hearth, and met the intruder at the kitchen door.
"Is it you?" she said, with a quiver of fear in her voice. "I am sorry father is not at home
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