I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. " "There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated.
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