"If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket.
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