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Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. "Help!—help, Mr. "Then his case is hopeless. The doctor's lessons, perhaps delivered with too much serious emphasis, had destroyed that buoyant confidence in her ability to take care of herself. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. John, he was between me and the door. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt.
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