I can fairly understand Ruth; but you…!" "Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from loneliness. It seems to me very silly. ” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. I didn’t know. Mr. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. ” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. Of course, at home there would have been questions.
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