The son of Prudence instead was obliged to take her back to the convent on Sunday to see Martha and tell her the good news, and to fetch her meagre belongings. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. " She kindled with sympathy. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. "It is an ordinary wedding," he added; "some shopkeeper's daughter.
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