" CHAPTER XV. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. ” “But how can I help it? How can I keep silence?” “Please!” she insisted. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned.
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