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He said I should be a great lady, and he would be working for his bread far away, and thinking of me." Ruth's voice broke pitifully, but the red flamed in Margot's cheek, and she reared her proud head with a disdainful gesture. "So! It is as I thought; he has been playing a waiting game, making love to us both, but keeping himself free until he saw how the land lay.
It was called the Richtberg and nobody lived there except the rabble, executioners, and poor folk who were not granted the rights of citizenship. Adam, the smith, had forfeited his, and Ruth's father, Doctor Costa, was a Jew, who ought to be thankful that he was tolerated in the old forester's house. The street was perfectly still.
Ruth's explanation of these mysteries had been different; but then Ruth had also admitted that she knew little about the matter and Susan most doubted the part that Ruth had assured her was certainly true. "I didn't know," said Susan to her uncle. "Nobody ever told me. I thought we were engaged." "A good woman don't need to be told," retorted Warham. "But I'm not going to argue with you.
But more than that: What would she herself be like against that background? Monday he could think of nothing but the joy of having discovered a playmate. The secret popped out from behind everything he did. Tuesday he was worried by finding himself unable to remember whether Ruth's hair was black or dark brown. Yet he could visualize Olive's ash-blond. Why?
That pretty young sister was indeed so elated that she turned to admire Ruth's dress but the Sister Superior gently reminded her that it was the eve of All Souls', when they and every one should be thinking of graver things. "This year the souls and the safety of the living, as well as the repose of the dead, will need all our prayers," said Sister Teresa.
Of course Joyce had been driven to Jude by a mistaken idea that she was proving her deep love. Almost from the first, Dale thought of Ruth Dale detached from the shock of her mere name as it had struck his brain and heart in Drew's study. The old, vital charm of Ruth's personality; her sweet, convincing power, when she chose to exert it, now rose in his memory.
The big sleigh in which were Helen and the other girls swept into the clearing in advance and Ruth's chum led the chorus addressed vociferously to the girl from Red Mill. "Oh, Ruthie!" "The lost is found!" "And she got here first wasn't that cute of her?" "Oh, do tell us all about it, Ruth," cried Lluella Fairfax. "However could you scare us so, Ruthie?" cried Jennie Stone, the heavyweight.
The storm did not frighten her. She might be anxious for Tom's safety, but the ordinary chances of such a disturbance of the elements as this never bothered Ruth Fielding at all. As the rolling of thunder died away in the distance again, the splashing sound of the rain seemed to grow lighter, too; or Ruth's hearing became attuned to the sounds about her. There it was again! A human cry! Or was it?
But he always had a smile for Ruth Kenway. The lawyer had acquired a very deep respect for Ruth's good sense and for her character in general. As he said, there were so many narrow, stingy souls in the world, it was refreshing to meet a generous nature like that of the oldest Corner House girl.
He was old and strange, but he behaved himself and played with the children, both Ruth's couple and little Jim; he was a huge success. He ousted the grandfather so much more vivid were his tales, so much more amusing the things he could do with a penknife and a bit of wood.
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