"Poor Mrs. . . Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. " She paused. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year.
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