” She thought more and more along that line. “Okay. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. " "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet.
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