Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. The aunt laughed. ’ ‘Because I like you, of course,’ Gerald said promptly. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. One has to be so careful. You shall know the truth. " The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. To tell you the truth, he spoke to me very seriously upon the subject. "Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I've been looking for you everywhere. ” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food.
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