These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. E. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. " "A penny, if you please, Sir," said the hawker. He had only to recall this fact (which he did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over. People were passing in the street below. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans. Everybody looked askance at everybody else.
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