58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. By 12:30 a. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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