‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. She had begun alone. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin.
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