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Age: 20
Height: 5'5"
Registered: Feb 2021

"Truth is that I don't think he sees me as anything but friendly company, and that is just fine by me... Though I will say, he cut a fine figure standin' up fer me." It was the first time there was something in Ruth's eyes akin to unrequited feelings.
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Registered: Nov 2020

"I mean, I ain't surprised he only sees ya as friendly company," Betsy says with a grin, either seeing the glint in Ruth's eye or just being her usual self when she continues. "But that's how it start aye? Young maid, working for a rich foreigner, the man a widower due to a tragic fire, you nurse him back to himself and he falls madly in love with ye." The young girl sighs over it like the doe-eyed lass she truly was. "I mean you are the only one besides the cook who's been bale ta get him ta sit down and eat a whole meal Ruth, so ye've got to be doing something right with him aye?"
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She gave a shrug, "I don't like him starvin' like that." She sighed and looked away. "I am goin' to go feed Jacob and then tis off to lie down fer me. Goodnight." She smiled and, assuming the other woman said something about it, she would give a nod and be off to her room for the night.

About a week later...

A letter was brought to her as she was just about to finish up and go eat lunch. She pocketed the missive and then headed off to the kitchen. After a brief cuddle of her son and a happy gurgle from him, she put him back in his basket and then sat down heavily, for she had recognized the handwriting to be that of her "husband."

She opened the letter despite her better judgment, gave a heavy sigh and then started to read it. Anger soon clouded her face instead of glee that her husband was begging for her to come back to him. She curled her lip and muttered, "Not on yer life, Angus, ye son of a bitch." She curled her hand and crumpled the paper, preparing to chuck it at the hearth.
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"What was that dear?"

Eleanor inquired as she looked over at Ruth. The Head Maid was usually in the kitchen since much of the household flowed through their at different parts of the day to get their lunch or dinner. At present, she was working on the former since breakfast had just passed and the staff would need their lunch before too long. They had some contractors in today so it was a fairly large meal she was preparing since they offered the men lunch since it wasn't much of a burden to make a larger pot of stew.
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