"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in London on the night of the Great Storm. They mean something. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. The girl nodded sagely. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. I'm sorry. I don’t care what else there is in the world.
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