It was locked. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. It's always hard work for a rich man's son to stand alone. Kneebone. Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house.
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