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She found an old drunk wandering the streets. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. “I am the most foolish of men. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit.
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