All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. I shall not part with you again. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor.
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