The knowledge breathed into her heart a satisfying warmth. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously. . To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. In seconds, they faced each other before the altar. Were the parents agreeable? Were they of age? Had the license been procured? But here, in a far country, only the velvet manacles of wedlock were necessary. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. “Dear me!” he said. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. Wood. . “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling.
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