‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. " Ruth's eyes began to glow. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. Into the second, denominated the Bilbowes,—also a dismal place,—refractory prisoners were thrust, and placed in a kind of stocks, whence the name. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. I consented to become Mrs.
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