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When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. He looked like an animated skeleton that someone had hung a smelly 105 brown beard upon. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. ” She murmured. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. "By G—! she has missed her footing. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject. One has to train one’s self not to. Lucy followed. Bold women certainly existed in the Middle Ages--Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales is evidence of this--but meek women were probably the norm, good Christian family ladies who wanted nothing more than to serve God and have children.
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