It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. " "I'll bring you an armful this afternoon. "Where is he?" he cried. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers.
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