Yet she held her tongue. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. And now her father said she must not go. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. Michelle seemed so innocent and sweet. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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