” She stepped into the curtains as Martin stared daggers. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. She swallowed hard. This was enough for the poor widow. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. . No idea that you were here, though. You have to marry me.
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