See paragraph 1. He did not love Ruth. Kneebone," she added, drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and making the heavy cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself. I knew where I would go next: Florence. She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed.
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