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She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. I don’t defend it. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words.
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