That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. A common rage flushed their faces. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Mr.
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