It was hard to meet that gaze. He was manifestly exerting his mind for her, and she found herself fully disposed to justify his interest. It was eleven o'clock. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Then she went up-stairs again, dressed herself carefully for town, put on her most businesslike-looking hat, and with a wave of emotion she found it hard to control, walked down to catch the 3. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad.
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