“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. It is true that I do not love Ruth; but I swear to you, before the God of my fathers, that she shall never know it!" "I'll be getting along. Then she turned, and entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring.
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