It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. ” She said, frozen to the floor where she stood. ” “You have not answered my question,” he reminded her.
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