Maybe half a year, counting this summer. (“No, no. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. How was I to know what would happen? He always said if he couldn’t get you a dowry, you could take the veil. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. Too skilled to advertise their presence by a show of arms and men. Dump popped his head into the cage. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. Or appeared to do so.
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