“I wondered. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. CHAPTER XXXII. I don’t care if you’re not a virgin, that’s not how I really am. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin.
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