A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Capes came back into her mind. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. " "Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I—" "Hush!" whispered the tapstress, "or I retract my promise. Few men could have done as much. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. 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. She cried out with the pain of it.
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