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“Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. She approached Ruth with open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace hurt the older woman to the point of tears. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake, —if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. The conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all around her. " "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild.
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