On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. ‘Don’t involve me in your lover’s tiff. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. "Ruth?" he called.
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