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“I am afraid that you are making a mistake. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. Then they dressed her in a dirty dress of coarse serge and a cap, and took away her own clothes. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. "Do you dare to insinuate that Mrs. Mr. " "Hold!" exclaimed the carpenter, in an authoritative voice: "we can't part thus. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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