It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. If you desire to please me, you will go. "Sometimes a cup of lies is a cheering thing," replied the trader. CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully. "I am here, you see," said the smith. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy.
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