CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. ” “I’m afraid it can’t. The women’s meeting was much more charged with emotional force than the Socialists’. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known.
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