Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. I'm going through his pockets. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried.
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