We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. "Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped,
and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's
sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. It will be necessary to secure his companion; and as you say he
is not in the house, some caution must be used in approaching him, or he may
chance to take to his heels, for he's a slippery little rascal. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had
loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to
brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. ’
‘That we shall see.
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