And more boys die than girls, so that the real disproportion among adults is even greater. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow. He's on the ragged edge. . "She may yet be saved. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray.
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