I'd have got something nice. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. I am the richest man in England. But one of these days everything will click back into place. ‘I do not believe you. You desert your home; I throw up useful teaching, risk every hope in your career. ‘I think you’ve gone stark, staring crazy. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. .
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