"What is your name?" "Ruth. "Certainly not," replied Gay. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. Her face is shaped funny, real long and skinny, and she has no chin. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. " "It is false," cried Mrs. ‘You’ve cause to be grateful to Gerald, then.
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