" The worthy carpenter was now far more angry with himself than he had previously been with Mrs. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. I was afraid of being talked about. ‘No mistaking you this time.
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