Excerpt from Ruth Hall: A Domestic Tale of the Present Time The world smiled on her brother Hyacinth. He was handsome, and gifted. He could win' fame, and what was better, love. Ruth wished he would love her a little. She often used to steal into his room and right his pa pers, when the stupid housemaid had displaced them; and often she would prepare him a tempting little lunch, and carry it to his room, on his return from his morning walk; but Hyacinth would only say, Oh, it is you, Ruth, is it? I thought it was Bridget; and go on read ing his newspaper. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.