She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. The Procession to Tyburn. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. The Widow and her Child. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair.
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