Nor am I.She walks out of our book, and we draw a pen across the bottom of the page." Imogene had covered her face with her hands during his terrible denunciation and was weeping softly.

She knew it was true.

She knew that Ruth had gone out of her life, for such baseness as her one-time friend had shown was not to be forgiven.
"You're right--I can't go on here longer," she sobbed.

"I'm sick, I'm really sick.

I've been barely crawling about for the last two days.
And she knew it and left me! Oh, Ruth, Ruth!" "And would have left you, storm or no storm, and whether I came or not! In order to be alone with Gretzinger!" Her heart-breaking sobs went on.