To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook.
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