’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. . " Winifred was going to say "No," but she checked herself; and, with cheeks mantling with blushes, murmured, "I wish you wouldn't tease me about Jack Sheppard. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. . There was something holding women down, holding women back, and if it wasn’t exactly man-made law, man-made law was an aspect of it. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached the altar. She had fallen asleep.
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