That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. "Here's the door. I ought never to have thought of it. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said.
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