Our ideal had fallen. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. ” “And now—I am to lose you. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. The Return. Glorious! The Pastoral. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. Small blame to her.
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