She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. ‘Well said, my dear. Treasure caves to explore! All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. A widow for the fourth time, Mrs. Gay," rejoined Jack. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. ’ She turned, her eyes narrowed. They walked back to 118 hand in hand. "Stop a minute, my dear," cried Austin.
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