I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. “I’ll get a towel. " "I will obey you, master,—indeed I will!" implored Jack, seriously alarmed at the carpenter's calm displeasure. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. I wanted to talk to you before when you first came to live here two years ago, but I never did. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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