There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. No, this was imbecile. But if that can possibly be done I want it to be done. She spoke with many other high schoolers while reveling in her new popularity.
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