"Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. ‘But if you must fight so furiously, I don’t see how I can promise not to do it again. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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