Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. So Monday, when I see one of the maids come out
with a basket, for to go fetch summat for that other Frenchie—the female as I
told you about, miss, as is forever coming and going with the nobs. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted. But I shall take care of Ruth, work for her and fight for
her. My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand
now. The word of a
Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. Then she moved towards the door. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were
plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?"
"Oh, no. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think
you ought to know how I look at it. ‘You are there.
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