"Mr. Thus, in a few minutes, had this happy family been plunged into the depths of misery. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. “I’m only arguing against your position of what a woman should be, and trying to get it clear in my own mind. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. D'ye hear.
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