Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. I wonder if you will mind very much when I tell you they were suggested by you.
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