‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers march you off to gaol?’ A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches, every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. ‘I think you know my affianced husband. “I’ve got bad faults.
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