"There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. Mr. White assured her. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. From then on he was Ruth's dog. ‘Don’t lose your temper again. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. ” Then a burst of applause.
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