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“How’s Mrs. Saint Giles's Round-house. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. I want to know who sent you those. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women and note the hang of their skirts. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses.
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