"What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. She has even found them accommodation in the house where she is putting up herself. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. I am out of your life forever, never having been in it. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth.
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