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It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ‘Ask him. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society.
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