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Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. "Well, I've seen many a gallant fellow in my time, Mr. The boy was right. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. God gives us an equal chance; but we make ourselves. She gloried in it: he needed her. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle.
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