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“Difficulties indeed. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. I presume that you have been living alone?” She sighed gently. She cried out with the pain of it.
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