Mr. Assessing him as harmless, she had remained friendly, albeit aloof. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. Mrs.
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