" Ruth laughed. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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