Ennison?” “He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it.
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