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So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had
loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. "The ceiling is breaking! the floor is opening! he is coming to me!" cried the
unhappy woman. "No; but I shall, before he
retires to rest. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. Even in this dread moment Ruth was
conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. It gave him plenty of time to obsess over his
random crushes, which worried her. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. A
stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and
descended in a shower of bricks and stones.
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