“I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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