But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had
added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. “Please stop by. "
"You will never become that, Ruth. "
"Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. Now I am sorry to
cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—”
“H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. Only she sent me a message,
and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. And if you
mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your
breath.
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