‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. ’ A little sigh escaped her. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Agreeably he helped her take the shirt off. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining, he came down to ten.
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