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Title: Ruth Arnold
or, the Country Cousin
Author: Lucy Byerley
Release Date: July 7, 2006 [eBook #18777]
Language: English
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RUTH ARNOLD
Or, The Country Cousin
by
L. BYERLEY
London
The Religious Tract Society
56, Paternoster Row; 65, St. Paul's Churchyard and 164, Piccadilly
Butler & Tanner,
The Selwood Printing Works,
Frome, and London.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
I. A Letter
II. Talking it Over
III. Ruth's Decision
IV. The Journey
V. Cousins
VI. Stonegate
VII. A Poor Relation
VIII. Sea-side Pleasures
IX. The Picnic
X. Busyborough
XI. School-girl Gossip
XII. Julia's Humiliation
XIII. Hard at Work
XIV. An Adventure
XV. Examination
XVI. A Downward Step
XVII. The Prize
XVIII. So as by Fire
XIX. Living it Down
XX. Home Again
RUTH ARNOLD;
Or, The Country Cousin.
CHAPTER I.
A LETTER.
School was over, and the holidays were beginning once more, summer
holidays, with all their promise of pleasure for dwellers in the
country. The scent of sweet new hay was borne on the afternoon breeze,
and the broad sunlight lay on fields of waving corn which would soon be
ready for the sickle, and on green meadows from which the hay was being
carried.
Ruth Arnold slowly wended her way home-wards along the hot dusty road,
turned down a shady green lane, opened a little gate and walked up the
garden path; and then, instead of running indoors as usual,
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