The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. ‘She knows them. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully.
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