Permit me to make him known to you—Mr. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. . And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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