" "Oh!" Ruth laughed softly. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. The door closed softly upon her. "I'm not particular about rooms. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. No other white people within twenty miles. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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