‘Ah, the tragedy. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. Suddenly he understood what had happened. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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