275 “Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her chest. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. " "Jack," replied Thames, greatly moved, "I wish I could devise any means of brightening your own dark prospects. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams.
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