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As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. . ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. But ship that girl east as soon as you can. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation.
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