A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. " "Are they good?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat.
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