" "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. " "Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. " So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. Not I. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. They had cried a little, both.
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