So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. ‘Some ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose. . . But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’ in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no harm in.
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