To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. I’ve paid for you and helped you, and I’m going to conquer you somehow—if I have to break you to do it. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. "Take this key to Baptist Kettleby. . . Her father for fifteen years, and you now for the rest of her life! Tell her you're a thief.
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