A moment later, and without waiting for an answer, she hurried from the shop.
"I must go," she said.

"I shall think over your advice, Jed, and I will let you know what I decide to do.

Thank you ever and ever so much." Jed scarcely heard her.

After she had gone, he sat perfectly still by the bench for a long period, gazing absently at the bare wall of the shop and thinking strange thoughts.

After a time he rose and, walking into the little sitting-room, sat down beside the ugly little oak writing table he had bought at a second-hand sale and opened the upper drawer.
Weeks before, Ruth, yielding to Babbie's urgent appeal, had accompanied the latter to the studio of the local photographer and there they had been photographed, together, and separately.