Manning think?” said her aunt. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. ” She gazed at him. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. Nothing. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know.
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