“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. "Do not—do not!" "He must!" thundered Jonathan, "or he goes to jail. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. The idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said.
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