But, in the midst of all her affliction, she has found a steady friend in Mr. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant. Here, take this youngster, Terry; my legs are lighter than old Nab's. Only her babe died. And it hampers us. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. There it is. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping.
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