"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. “You shall,” she said.
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