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There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. Your life is like a funeral March. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. Sheppard, who witnessed this occurrence with dismay, looked timorously at Wood, in expectation of some hint being given as to the course she had better pursue; but, receiving none, for the carpenter was too much agitated to attend to her, she ventured to express a fear that she was intruding. "You heard me say it! It was inevitable. "The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full.
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