Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up.
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