Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. I’ve got no feminine class feeling.
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