" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. Now he thought she was so foolish that she knew only one stroke. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. At noon the doctor himself arrived. “Go it, miss!” cried one. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who might let her live there for a few weeks until she disappeared. These sisters moved in a grown-up world inaccessible to Ann Veronica’s sympathies, and to a large extent remote from her curiosity.
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