Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. You don't realize what you have done. ’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. Winifred's features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain in the smoothest complexion. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Sheppard.
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