“And what will Mr. It’s
best. I'm neither an infidel
nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this
somewhere. "
Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able
to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less
exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the
sounds died away. A crisis had
been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her
steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?"
Mrs.
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