"It is good of you to come to me, Ruth.
I am so glad you have come. Have you any--any--message?" If he would
only ask to be forgiven through Ruth, or even if he had sent a word
that might be taken to show that he wished to be forgiven, it should
suffice.
"I have--brought--a few things in a basket," said Ruth, almost
apologetically.
Then Nina lifted the basket. "You did not surely carry this through the
streets?"
"I had Shadrach, our boy, with me. He carried it. It is not from me,
exactly; though I have been so glad to come with it."
"And who sent it?" said Nina, quickly, with her fingers trembling on
its lid. If Anton had thought to send anything to her, that anything
should suffice.
"It was Rebecca Loth who thought of it, and who asked me to come," said
Ruth.
Then Nina drew back her fingers as though they were burned, and walked
away from the table with quick angry steps. "Why should Rebecca Loth
send anything to me?" she said. "What is there in the basket?"
"She has written a little line. It is at the top.
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