"The poor young man!" she said. You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. The danger you put yourself in by remaining here astounds me. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression.
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