" Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. I don’t see what you can have to say. He sent me flowers. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent.
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