“Mr. Gay. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. "Put your arms about me. She started forward. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered.
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