This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. I’m rather scornful. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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