" "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. The child was still safe. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. . She pushed him gently on the chest. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness.
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