But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’ ‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured her. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. " Something in the child's voice, something in her manner, warned the spinster that her well-meaning inquisitiveness had received a set-back and that it would be dangerous to press it forward again. “I want to show you something. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. She saw it, and checked without thinking. This was enough for the poor widow. "It has been … rather a hard day, Hoddy," Ruth answered.
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