His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. while we can,’ Kimble managed, and dragged himself onto his knees. ” The doors at the other end of the hall opened. She approached Ruth with open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace hurt the older woman to the point of tears. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box.
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