“He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. Ruth shivered; she was cold. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. Every day in the year you will witness such scenes. .
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