"Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. "You will find me tractable enough; and, with me by, your side you need fear neither constable nor watchman. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that. Presently he turned to Courtlaw. You're in luck to-night, widow.
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