The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. She fidgeted and looked away. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things.
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