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She was standing there, smiling at the
audience as at her friends. Wood resounded from below. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how
to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected
means of escape. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same
steadfastness. "I am innocent. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes,
each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "
"No more of this," said Winifred, angrily. Now, it
was a wilderness of weeds. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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