To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. "Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully. It had neither succumbed to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her.
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