I can assure you, I wouldn’t be single again for worlds. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. "Don't touch me. I'm told he's so handsome. All the talk in the world would not describe Ruth. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. Saw the villain through the keyhole. III. This one too she read.
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