126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. He pulled away. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. 1.
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